There are a few historical moments when you remember where you were on that fateful day. On September 11, I was seven months pregnant standing in my classroom preparing my lessons for the day while I watched the news to understand why a plane flew into the North Tower.
The rest of the day is a blur. I couldn’t tell you what I taught that day, however, I remember coming home and being glued to CNN to learn more of what had happened. That evening, I watched the replay of the towers collapsing and footage of dust-covered people fleeing the city.
Eleven years later, I visited the 9/11 Memorial with my family this summer. As we walked through the hallowed grounds, the horrific images from that fateful day flashed through my mind.
Yet, a sense of pride overcame me. The terrorists tried to tear us down, but through the rubble, the dust and the tears, we became stronger. The lives crushed and the emptiness created from a collapsing financial institution has been restored and rebuilt into a place of honor.
We lost so much that day, loved ones and heroes, but we rose above the destruction and the pain. Tomorrow, as the Tribute in Lights illuminate into heaven, it is another demonstration of how we still rise above and shine on with vigor.
But we will never forget.