Today is one of those days in history that really affected me. It’s one of those days I know exactly where I was and what I was doing when announced our nation was under attack. It was a Tuesday and we had a scheduled LAN Managers meeting at the ESU that day. As soon as word was out that we were under attack, we had the TV’s in the building tuned in to CNN to watch the horror and devastation of that fateful day.
So eight years has passed and I reflect upon why this event impacted me and what has stuck with me that changes the way I think, interact and carry out my life on a daily basis. When I think about this day, I realize how fragile life is and how easily, in the blink of an eye, our whole lives can change by the actions of another. Changed by the actions of hatred and fanatical ideology. Thousands of people died that day and thousands more are dying even today as a result.
I visited the 9/11 Memorial at the Pentagon this summer and it was one of the most moving places I have ever been. The power I felt by just standing in the garden was amazing. Being able to see and feel the people in the plane and the people in the building who gave their lives on that day was an experience I just can’t describe in words.