Today, I am blogging in honor and memory of those that lost their lives on this day, 7 years ago. I also post in honor and memory of those that have fought for this Country and our freedom over the years. I'll never forget where I was and what I was doing on 9/11/01. I was 6 months pregnant with my youngest child and I remember wondering what I was doing bringing another child into this hateful World. In the years since he was born I have come to see that there is far more good than bad in this World. Good will always overcome evil... always!
On 9/11/01, I was getting ready to take my oldest son to school. I had GMA on TV as I brushed my teeth and dressed myself. I remember seeing the first plane hit the WTC and praying for the family of the pilot. At the time, it was thought that it was a smaller plane. I turned the TV off and got into the car. I was dropping "F" off at school and then I was taking "C" to his weekly playgroup. On my way to playgroup, I heard on the radio that a second plane had hit the WTC. At that point, I began to think that something was wrong but I had no idea just how severe things were. We didn't hear any news while we were at playgroup but as soon as I got into the car to go home, I heard the terrible news on the radio. Not long after, my husband called me and asked that I pick our son up from school and go home and stay there. I did just that. I remember being glued to the TV in disbelief. I told my husband over the phone that it looked like a war zone in NYC. Little did we know at the time, it was! I'll never forget that day and all of the heroes that lost their lives. From the employees in the WTC and the Pentagon to the rescue workers to the passengers on all of the planes. I've always been Patriotic but never more so than I was in the days and months following the 9/11 attacks.
I have more respect for our Military and Rescue workers today than I ever have before. My pride and respect for them grows each day. They are truly the ones that fight for us. In many places in the World, I wouldn't be able to do what I love; photography. As a woman, I would be a second class citizen. Not here in the USA. And, it's all because of the ones that fight for our freedom. It doesn't come easily and it doesn't come free. The cost is measured in lives.
I encourage each of you to do something today in honor and memory of those mentioned above. Wear red, take cookies or brownies to your local fire or police station, thank someone in the military, etc. My family will be doing several different things. Whatever you do, have a memorable day!
Thanks to all of the service men and women in my life. Here are a few pictures of those that have touched my life. There are many more that I don't have pictures of.
