Yesterday as we all know marked the 10th anniversary for 9/11. I hung my American flag on my porch with pride (posted a pic on FB cause I'm a social media nerd) and lit a candle in remembrance, which burned until midnight. I cried every time they sang the national anthem at the sporting events on TV. I'm nearly on the verge of tears writing this blog... Needless to say it was not an easy day for me. For any of us for that matter.
It is burned into our memories where we were and what we were doing that moment in time. Sometimes I wish I could forget it but to forget would mean to deny one of the most tragic events in our history. Therefore I will remember and never forget. I was 16 junior year in high school, I remember everything.
Last night my friend and his kids came over and they asked if I knew why yesterday was so special. I then asked if they knew why. Then it dawned on me, these two little girls weren't even born when it happened. How crazy is it to think that a new generation has been born without the scar of 9/11. And then that brought me to tears.
I watched some of the special segments the news channels aired and this guy from New York said in an interview, "I remember it like it were yesterday every time someone mentions anything about that day."
I wonder if that's how the past generations felt about Pearl Harbor. I'm sure if I were to ask the answer would be yes.
I'm almost certain most of us feel that way about 9/11. Regardless of the thousands of miles between me and the towers, it hit home and it struck deep to the core. I personally have a difficult time dealing with emotions. I don't like to cry or show how vulnerable I can be. It's why I'm so sarcastic all the time. Sometimes I feel like Spock, I try to remain logical no matter what. Although deep down emotions are stirring, there's no doubt about that! So yesterday I broke all my rules and let the emotions loose. I became Kirk and it felt kinda nice.
It's ok if you didn't follow me on that reference, Star Trek isn't for everyone...
I realize this may sound naive but I truly don't understand hatred and the killing of people. I suppose there is a part of me that has reminded the young innocent child who doesn't fully understand the dark ways of this world. Maybe it's because of the country I was raised in or simply the nature of my heart. But it is beyond me how a person could plan such an attack. Just the mental state one would have to be in, and no pun intended, is insane!
And I'm not just speaking in terms of 9/11 but all the senseless things that happen around the world. There are times I can't watch the news, (being a journalism major that's kind of my job) but all that hatred kills the soul. It's like the death eaters in Harry Potter, you're left empty and without purpose.
Bleh! Just sickens me to the core. Ok I'm gonna get off my soapbox and end this by saying I'm proud to be part of this strong nation. All negative elements this country may have set aside, we pull together and support each other when we are called. To me that's comforting, to know I'm not alone even when it feels like I am.
"Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too."
I love that quote! Not completely sure if this is how I want to end this blog but what the heck... why not.
Stay classy FC,