Ten Years To The Day

Like most people alive ten years ago, I remember everything about that horrible day when the twin towers fell. I remember where I was and what I was doing. The images of that day still haunt me, especially the pictures of people jumping from the burning buildings.

It's hard to imagine that it actually has been ten years. The wounds still feel fresh. The worry for my family still feels new and real. I suppose that day will haunt me for as long as I live. I know it haunts others.

It is so hard for me to understand why anyone, no matter what religion or political view they have, can hate anyone else so much that they willingly cause so much pain and suffering. And I don't understand their countrymen, those still living, cheering and applauding so many needless deaths of men, women and children.

Yes children died that day too. And I have to ask, what political gain or religious god is worth murdering the innocent? And yet, still people cheer that day and the misery it brought. It blows my mind.

But what gets me most is the politicians of our own nation who are still blinded by their own ambitions that they forget the message of that day. Still the two parties bicker and fight each other for every single concession. Still they argue about every scrap of funding for programs needed to help the American people. There is no excuse.

Today is the 10th anniversary of the worst day in this nation's history. So I ask everyone, take a moment to stop and think. Remember to tell your friends and family how much you care. And tell your politicians to stop fighting amongst themselves and put the people first if they truly want to honor those who died ten years ago. Let something good rise from amongst the rubble.