Seven Years

Seven Years

Every once in a while an event happens and it has enough of an impact that people ask “where were you when…” I doubt any of us alive on September 11th, 2001 will forget where we were when we heard that our country had been viciously attacked.

It was my Freshman year of college. My roommate and I had left the television on overnight. When I woke up, I heard a news report that sounded incredibly confused and disjointed. I fell back asleep for about a half an hour, thinking that I was having a strange dream. When I finally woke and realized what was happening I couldnt believe it was real.

I actually went to my class and most of us were sitting around talking about what happened. Everyone was in shock. When the professor came in and started class as if nothing happened people asked him what he was thinking. His response, “If we stop moving on they win.” Most of us were pretty bugged by that.

Too many lives were lost that day in acts of senseless terrorism. Too many lives changed forever. Never forget what happened.

Epi linked to a post from Lucy which tells a moving story of how a group of eighth graders learned that Freedom Isn’t Free.

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