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Never Forget... What made us Stronger


I know that it’s been 17 years and it’s hard for some people to remember what that day meant for us as a nation, but I will never forget what it meant for me as a nieve high school student who didn’t think things like that could happen here in America. My tiny bubble of life was popped and I was thrust into a world of terrorism and fear and endless questioning. Glued to my television that day, I witnessed acts of bravery, a community coming together to help each other, endless tears, death, families in mourning, hope that loved ones would found, prayer. Ignorance was bliss, but that day, my eyes were opened to the truths that children in other countries have known their entire lives. That was the day my prayers began to change. My capacity for compassion grew and my understanding of the world would never be the same again. I might not have personally lost someone to the events of 9/11, but I gained a new part of myself that day and it made me stronger.
Today I not only pray for those who lost loved ones in the twin towers, but I also pray for all those who are facing terrorism every single day, all over the world. It makes me sad and angry that there are kids who live in constant fear. And I’m not just talking about those who have guns in their faces and explosives in their backyards, but also the domestic terrorism of abusive fathers and economic fall out. There are so many in this world who are hurting and lost and in need of something bigger than themselves. I’m praying today for all of them. I praying for the peace and comfort that only the Holy Spirit can provide. Let’s make this a day of prayer. Let’s make this a day to remember what made us stronger. Let’s make this a day when we show others compassion. When we take uncomfortable steps to make someone’s life a little better. Let’s make today one to never forget.

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