Never Forget

11 years ago, I was a sophomore, sitting in my Conn College dorm room with my friend, Jill, as we stared in disbelief at my small television. As we held each other and watched the second plane strike, we did not speak a word, but there were plenty of words to be said. What is happening? How did this happen? Is there more? How many of our friends and family will be affected? How will America move on from this? Shortly thereafter, Jill and I had to move on to class. I had Religion 101 that morning. That day, we set aside our normal itinerary for the day and the class became a forum for students to ask questions about politics, religion, terrorism, and most importantly, questions on how to cope. We became closer as a small college community that day and I am so appreciative of the way the professors and college community helped us in that time of loss.
Although it has taken a long time to rebuild from the ashes, the City of New York has certainly created a fitting memorial for the men and women who lost their lives 11 years ago, today. My mom and I had the chance to go and visit last November and, although my photographs cannot do it justice, here are a few to reflect this breathtaking sight. I highly recommend that you visit, if you can.
Thank you to all service men and women, as well as our firefighters, EMS/paramedics, and all who helped that day, and continue to serve this country. I also am thankful for the search and rescue dogs who helped in the wake of the towers falling. Only 12 out of the 100 remain alive today. We will never forget!





Also, please watch this beautiful piece produced by ESPN last year on the 10^th anniversary of 9/11. It is an inspiring story about a young man who helped lead others in the tower to safety. He was identified by his trademark red bandana which he wore as a lacrosse player. The Man with the Red Bandana