In 2001 I was just barely an adult in my second year of college. That day really shattered my little rose-colored bubble and brought on adulthood full force. I saw things that day that no 20-something (or anyone) should ever have to witness.
It is incredibly hard to believe that 13 years have passed since that horrific day. And, yet, it isn’t, really. Life goes on and the day seems to mean less and less with the passage of time.
Until we face the reality that is terrorism, of course. I only say this as someone who witnessed the collapse of the first tower and who was in Glasgow, Scotland in 2006 when the airport was bombed: We need to continue doing everything we can to show the terrorists of our time that their behavior is not acceptable.
I don’t usually get political (in fact this is probably the last political post you will see on this blog) but I do believe the world needs to do more to combat terrorists. Yes, the world. Just as my father told me about the bully in the playground when I was in first grade: “You have to stand up to bullies.” And guess what? He was absolutely right. Only when I began fighting back (I got a group of friends together to confront her) did the reign of terror end. We even played together a couple of times after that.
I don’t like the idea of losing any more of my countrymen’s lives but the rising troubles in the Middle East have shown that all those folks needed to do was regroup after the war. And that they will be back. If we don’t stand up to them now, the deaths on 9/11/01 and all those since will have been in vain.