It’s that day again.
The day when America learned it wasn’t invincible after all.
The day when so many lives were lost – and at the same time, many were saved because of a few brave souls on flight 93.
And this, to me, is the part of 9/11 people should remember. An unbelievable amount of good came out. – Maureen Johnson
The day when we learned just how good and brave our New Yorkers are, running into collapsing buildings, risking their lives to save others. John 15:13 says “Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends,” and I really believe this is true.
I’ve never been so proud of my country. And I’ve never grieved so hard for it.
To our firefighters and police, rescue workers and volunteers, thank you. To those who lost friends and family: we love you. We share your grief. To those who think terrorism is an adequate way to send a message: this isn’t over. You didn’t win. You won’t, either.
In summary, I’m going to link you to amazing author Maureen Johnson’s recollections of that day. She was there, in NYC. What she says in this post sums up everything I could ever say.
I am unable to explain to you what it looked like, the twisted metal, higher than most buildings. I mean, it looked like something Michael Bay thought up for Transformers, except it was real, and it was filthy, and people worked there, without stopping, all the time. People were exceptionally good and brave.
And this, to me, is the part of 9/11 people should remember. An unbelievable amount of good came out.
Read the rest of her remembrance here.