Today I look back to honor all those innocent people whose lives were taken September 11, 2001. Too often heard that date has been used and abused for political agendas, but this infamous date, September 11, is to be honored. It was a turning point for our nation--and not necessarily a good one.What are your memories of September 11th? Share them on the forum, with people from around the world
I will not forget. For the sake of those who died, I must not forget. I am an American, and when those planes hit the towers, I felt--like many Americans--I felt personally violated, personally attacked.
The morning of September 11, I turned on the radio and entered a nightmare. I remember clutching at the dresser and weeping, "Oh God, no! Oh God, why would anyone do such a horrid thing? Oh God, help us all..." and, I must confess, I angrily thought, "those IDIOTS! What stupid ignoramuses would ever do such a thing? They have to be absolutely deranged!"
There is no word in the English language, let alone any language, to describe the abhorrance and disgust I felt. And then I thought, "wow, now I know how hard it is to 'bless your enemies', to 'bless and curse not'." And it has been a struggle ever since, let me tell you not to fall into the same cesspool of hate that those Islamic terrorists were in. I'm trying instead to be understanding, trying to ask God to help me to love people that want to destroy us. Because it is certainly not easy.
I remember and grieve for those who died, and hope fervently that they will not have died in vain. I hope with all my might and main that no one in the free world will capitulate to the destructive and hateful ideologies of terrorists and those who support them, that freedom will only stand up and be strengthened, not weakened.