It’s difficult to believe that it’s been seven years since the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001. My family and friends are all in the New York area, and I’d been in the World Trade Center many times. I remember as a child, standing on the banks of the Hudson along the New Jersey Pallisades with my Dad, and watching as the towers were being built, growing taller and taller before my eyes. Having grown up there, I had a different perspective than most Alaskans who were trying to wrap their minds around what had happened so very far away.
We’re all thinking about it today. Here’s an amazing post from regular Mudflats reader Arkangel3 who is a survivor of the attacks in New York City. It’s worth a read. As with all tragedies, it serves as a poignant reminder of how quickly life can change on a day that starts out feeling like any other day. It reminds us that no matter how much we may be embroiled in our day to day struggles, never to lose sight of those things and those people for whom we should be grateful.
So thanks Arkangel3. You put it well.
Let us work together to seek justice for those who have been killed or injured. Let us offer a hand to those who need it, whether or not they have been there first hand. Let us all show the strength of humanity and compassion that we are all capable of. Let us rebuild our city, our nation, and our fragile planet.