Today is 9/11.
Especially for Americans, but for many around the world, it’s a day of solemn remembrance when over 3,000 innocent lives were taken by the hands of terrorists.
I was 5 years old.
I had just gotten off the school bus and walked into my house in New Canaan, Connecticut, as I saw my dad’s eyes glued to the TV. As he looked on a second plane crashed into the World Trade Center.
Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought of the friends and colleagues he knew in those towers — trapped, burning, and hopeless.
He looked at me and said, “I was supposed to be in that tower on the 107th floor. My breakfast appointment got moved to next week.”
I’m forever grateful my dad’s appointment got changed that day, but forever saddened by the loss of so many other moms, dads, friends, and family.
Regardless of what nationality you are, what religion you practice, who you pray to, or what you believe — we are all brothers and sisters.
We are all united as members of the Human Family.
Hug those closest to you. Express gratitude and appreciation. Say, “I Love You.”
My hope is that we can love our enemies, do good to those who hate us, and pray for those who despitefully use us… with the wishes that one day all will be made right.