9/11
I just wanted to take a moment to remember September 11, 2001. It seems so long ago and yet, it doesn’t. I was 16, at home in Philadelphia, Mississippi. I woke up to it. I remember watching the towers fall and what a terrible feeling that was. I don’t really watch the news. Or read the newspaper. Or go to news websites. I just don’t. But, when something like that happens, one cannot help but watch and I did. I watched CNN Pipeline this morning as well, watching the planes hit again. Not that the image needs refreshing - it is burnt into the brains of all, or most, Americans I am sure - but I wanted to watch, I wanted to be reminded, even though I hadn’t forgotten.
I appreciate the tremendous sacrifices that were made that day and in the years since. Not only by the brave individuals risking their lives, but by their families, whose lives will never be the same. They are in my thoughts and prayers. And I am grateful.
I am proud to be an American.




























