Fifteen years ago, thousands of innocent people were slaughtered before our eyes on live television.
Fifteen years ago, we sat stunned as the world changed violently.
Fifteen years ago, first responders ran toward the burning buildings, not away from it.
Fifteen years ago, strangers helped strangers.
Fifteen years ago, our Congressional leaders stopped their partisan bickering long enough to sing together on the Capitol steps.
Fifteen years ago, that very Capitol was saved by the valiant bravery of the passengers on Flight 93.
Fifteen years ago, we stood united against pure evil.
It has been fifteen years. And while “United We Stand” posters may be faded, we still have that power of good within us. I know that seems almost silly to say in light of what we see on TV and on Social Media today. But when we’re shoved up against the wall, we fight back. We saw it on 9/11. We saw it after Katrina.
Sunday will be a day of quiet reflection for me. I’ll remember the terror of that day. But also remember the bravery and kindness of total strangers who pulled together to help others.
It will be a day of sadness. But it will also be a day of respect.
Bless those who died that day. And bless those who died sacrificing their lives for others.
United they stood.