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(This post is dedicated to the unheard hero)
The day we all remember. The day we will never forget.
It’s hard to know where to start when talking about that tragic morning. It will never be something that fades away and feels less real over time. How? Why? What would make someone want to do this to us? The tragedy has been replayed over and over again on TV, and the media has tried to find answers to give comfort to those mourning loss.
Isn’t this the land of the free? Ever since that day, I don’t feel as free. It seems as though we are always looking over our shoulder, full of anxiety as we anticipate the next big thing to be all over the news. How did we get here? How do we overcome what’s happened? They say time heals all wounds but does it really?
What can be said, is that our nation “rose” up as one. The hundreds and thousands of people who volunteered tireless hours to find our loved ones. The brave firefighters who risked their own lives to run into huge burning buildings. They are the obvious heroes. And let’s not forget those who were never reported. The lady who cooked meals everyday for the family who lost someone. The husband or wife who sat night after night next to their spouse in the hospital. What about those who had to help take care of the children who lost a parent? The counselor who lost someone they loved, but had to continue to counsel someone else while staying strong. Anyone who was affected had to pick up fragments of their live and move forward. Let’s not forget, those are our heroes too. Those people are more deserving of a rose than me.0