First of all, HELLO! It’s been quite a while since I’ve been on here and I’m sincerely sorry for that. What have I been up to, you ask? Well, it’s been a crazy few months. I had an internship with a production house and they offered me a job for after graduation which is UNBELIEVABLE! I’m so excited, I loved it there. I decided to suck it up and go back to work at the restaurant from hell as well. Let’s just say, I’m glad that I’m done with that place. Oh, and senior year of college started about two weeks ago. Senior year? What? Yep, which means senior projects and graduation are just around the corner. It should prove to be an interesting year.
I’m sure everyone is aware of today’s date. And whether you’re reading this in America or in a different country – we all know why this day is so meaningful to a lot of people. I always wake up on September 11th knowing that the day is going to be heavy with remembrance and a few tears. It’s always a very somber day right from the get-go.
Much like everyone else, I can remember that day like it was yesterday and the thought that it’s been 11 years already is mind blowing to me. So much has changed in the world since then. It was 12 years old when the attacks happened. I was at school and lunch had just begun when the principal came on the microphone. He began to explain what had happened as simply as he could, careful not to say anything too morbid that would send our innocent personalities into tears. As soon as his explanation was over, my friends and classmates started going home once after the other, like dominoes. The teachers were very hush about what was happening – we didn’t learn much the rest of the day.
Living so close to DC made the situation even more chaotic. My dad and little brother (who had been home sick that day) came to pick me and my sister up just as I was going back into school from recess. It wasn’t until I got home and in front of a TV that I could see the attacks.
I’ve never seen a country come together as unified and quickly as we did in those moments after the attacks. One of the things I take the most pride in in being American is our sense of nationalism. It’s amazing to know that in our most vulnerable and devastating times, people of all races, generations and backgrounds can come together and have undying support and love for one another. It makes me sad to know that that unity now is only displayed yearly during this sad day or whenever there is a tragedy. In a world that could use a lot more love, we are unable to find that compassion that I know we are capable of. And it doesn’t just go for America. It’s a worldwide thing.
The people that we’re fighting within our own borders – gays, immigrants, different religions – are the people that we wrapped our arms around that fateful day and declared our love for. They could be the heros that saved as many people as they could. They could be the people sacrificing their lives in war for our security and freedom back home. It doesn’t matter who they marry or what their occupation is or how much money they have, we need to love them just as much as we did back in 2001.
Yes, terrorism needs to be stopped. But let’s not jump to conclusions about who terrorists are. There is no need to automatically assume that all Muslims or people from the Middle East are out to destroy us. What does that say about our people? It doesn’t say anything good, that’s for sure…
I hope your remembrance isn’t just a yearly thing. We should remember those who died on this day and those who die overseas every day for the sacrifices they made. Nothing in this world is guaranteed. And to be cliche, life is short. Live it well and live it proudly, but live it in love and selflessness. Because that’s what the world needs more of. Not violence, not hate, and definitely not sadness.
I’ll leave you with this speech by Jon Stewart during The Daily Show’s first show back from September 11, 2001. It’s one of the best post 9/11 speeches I’ve ever come across.