It’s so crazy to think that in less than two weeks, it will have been 14 years since the terrible terrorist attacks of Sept. 11, 2001.
Everybody who was old enough to know what was going on will always remember that day in full detail, where they were, who was around, their immediate reactions and what not. In a way, it’s like our generation’s version of the JFK assassination or Pearl Harbor.
Think of just how much changed as a result of that terrible event. Gas prices sky rocketed. You could no longer walk right up to the gate of an airplane when picking someone up or dropping them off for a trip. Also, remember that whole anthrax scare? It was almost as if society was put on hold. On a sports-related matter, the prior to the 9-11, the Super Bowl was always held on the last Sunday of January, but the Sunday after the attacks, no football games were played. Eventually they made up for it by moving those games to the last week of the season and pushed the Super Bowl back to the first Sunday of February, when it’s now played.
If there was a positive that came out of it, for just a brief while, America was united with American pride.
As the Sept. 11, 2015 approaches, let’s not celebrate the day itself, but the thousands of lives lost. I’m sure you remember watching the TV intently as the burnings were building and people leaped to their deaths because they weren’t going to escape the heat. We literally witnessed people’s last moments on earth live. Those lives had stories. They had families. They had souls. They are the what we should be remembering and celebrating.