All eyes have been on the city this weekend. And rightly so. Ten year anniversaries are monumental. I vividly remember September 11, 2001 and the deep sadness that I felt as the events of the day unfolded. Having just returned from New York City exactly one week prior to the attacks, I felt a tie to the city. And having lost my father just one year before the attacks, I felt a tie to those who had now tragically lost loved ones. I remember feeling, once again, a deep, deep sadness and intimately knew the pain and tears of those thousands of families left behind. I knew that their story was different than mine, but the loss and heartache that came with that loss was the same.
I moved to the city less than 2 years later and have called New York City my home ever since. My love for the city and my love for the people who reside here grows each year. As I watch coverage of then and now, those feelings of sadness still well up. But along with these sad memories, a sense of pride for those that willingly risked their lives on behalf of others also stirs and gratitude for the many miracles that took place & lives that were saved also surfaces. I hope that this anniversary will remind us of what is really important--that we rededicate ourselves to love that knows no boundaries, to kindness withheld from no one, and a renewed and abiding faith in God.
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