I’ve been thinking a lot about 9/11 lately. It’s been 4½ years since the attack, and we haven’t had a major terrorist attack since. I think this shows that what we are doing to prevent future attacks is working. However, I still grieve for those who died. My only concern is that people will grow numb. It seems that we’re forgetting how we felt that day.
I was at Cups at Fondren. I was picking up a couple chais for me and my mom, and a couple cappuccinos for Cliff and my dad. It was a beautiful day! The sun was shining so warmly. Fondren was bustling with activity; the noise of cars whizzing by and the chatter of shoppers filled the air. There were about a dozen people in the café that morning. When I got back to the office I saw everyone crowded around a small television watching the news. And as I looked over at the screen I saw United Airlines Flight 175 crash into the south tower.
A certain shade of blue always accompanies the memory of that day. Sitting here writing this, I feel the same emotions I felt that beautiful, Tuesday morning; the confusion, the question “Why?” … all of it is so fresh, as if today were September 12, 2001. I don’t know why I felt compelled to write this today, perhaps it is just to help us cope. But whatever the reason, I’m glad I did, because now all of the problems of today seem so much smaller.
~Jonathan
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