I Remember....

......how in one of our nation's darkest days, the sky had never been so blue.
......hearing planes flying above me and having my heart skip a beat wondering who was in control of them.
......watching in horror over the images being played over and over again on the TV.
......hearing how my friend's husband had to leave DC on foot.
......how grateful I was that all of my family was safe.
......gathering at our church for a prayer meeting that night, and the sense of urgency each prayer had.
......driving on the streets that evening and noticing how empty they were.
......finally falling asleep and hoping that the day was just a really bad dream.

In the days that followed I remember....
......the sense of patriotism that every person had.
......the sense of camaraderie.
......how everyone had a story, and every had time to listen.
......how kindness was shown to strangers.
......how we gathered as a nation to stand behind our troops, our firemen and our policemen.
.....how political lines didn't matter, what mattered were the people.

As a nation we promised "we would never forget". We won't, we can't. For every person alive on that day, it was a life changing event. But in the midst of remembering the bad, the act of terror, lets remember the good it brought out in people. Lets remember how we embraced each other, how help was given and how we had compassion.