September 11, 2001. A date we’ll never forget. Nearly 3,000 lives were lost that day, and the images of the Twin Towers falling, the smoke rising from the Pentagon, and the crash in Pennsylvania are forever seared into history.
I can still hear the voices from those tragic voicemail messages the news kept playing that day. Passengers calling their loved ones to say “I love you.” That tragedy left a mark on me. Even now, flying gives me anxiety. I always pay attention to all the exits, and while I can’t stand waiting in TSA lines, I’m grateful for the security measures that help keep us safe.
Every anniversary of 9/11 I find myself having a conversation with someone about whether we remember what we were doing when we found out about 9/11 and whenever I share my story it takes me back and I start feeling those emotions all over again.
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