I was a
junior in college.
A friend called me in my dorm room and said to
turn on the TV.
My roommate and I watched as
the events of September 11, 2001 unfolded.
I vaguely remember feeling
anxious and wondering what would happen next.
Derek and I spent some time {unintentionally}watching movies
about war this past week
...and I felt
angry.
We watched
Documentaries about 9-11
...and
my heart broke, thinking about what it must haveve been like to have actually been there
in the midst of the chaos.
We reminisced about the trip we took to
Ground Zero last fall.
Seeing everything being built up made me feel
hopeful and proud to be an American.
And again yesterday at the start of the Bears game, I felt
proud to be an American.
We
waved our flags, cheered through the entire
National Anthem, and
saluted and thanked the men and women who have
served and continue to serve and fight for our
country and freedom.
I had goosebumps, a lump in my throat, and my eyes teared up.
I will never forget September 11, 2001.