I drove to work today in much the same way I did that morning 7 years ago. Thinking about all the things I needed to do, not watching traffic as closely as I should. Wishing I had more coffee in my cup.
But, today I was thinking about that morning 7 years ago, and tears came to my eyes. I didn’t cry that morning. I was in shock and no tears came. They come now at the slightest thing – images of September 11, 2001, Alan Jackson’s voice on the radio, seeing photos of NYC before that day, seeing a military person at the airport.
After that day, we said that life would never be the same again. And in some ways it’s not…but in others, it seems we’ve gotten back to “normal.” Sure, we’re still fighting a war in the attempt to end terrorism…but most of us who are not directly involved in the war have gone back to our normal business. And there are days, probably even weeks, when I don’t directly think about 9/11/01…but still, I will never forget.
And I’ll always be proud to be an American.