Remembering

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I want to write something deep and meaningful about what I remember from that day ten years ago.  But, the truth is: I remember sitting on a desk in the journalism classroom watching the second tower fall, I remember knowing in my mind how HUGE this was - how America as I knew it would never be the same - but, I really don't remember much more about that day or the broken days that followed.  

I was 17. It was the start of my senior year.  I was worried about who I would go to Homecoming with and whether or not I'd get into college.  

Now, ten years from that day, I'm sad that I didn't "get it."  When we are young, we are SO selfish (heck, I still am.)   But, in the years that have followed, if one word could describe my feelings about September 11th, 2001, it would be UNSELFISH.  So many people gave their lives that day.  So many people - whose lives were FOREVER changed, and not just by tougher security at the airport - were bound together by love and hope.  So many people have devoted the last decade to protecting our country.

Today, I remember. I remember for America.  I remember for New York.   I remember for my precious baby boy who woke up smiling and innocent; but who will study 9-11 in his history classes and grow up with a moment of silence at 8:46AM on this day every year. And I remember for all those people that never got the chance to.

P.S. I forgot to post the Stella giveaway winner yesterday; and it just doesn't seem appropriate today.  So, you get an extra day to enter, and I'll announce tomorrow.