I woke up this morning thinking about the morning I heard about the 9/11 attacks on the Twin Towers.  I was on my way to work, driving on the freeway, and couldn’t believe it.  I live clear out in Idaho and was still stunned and shaken by such a horrific attack on our country.  When I got to work, I called the babysitter to talk to my kids and tell them that I love them.  It was such an unbelievable, unimaginable thing for us to be attacked on our own soil. 

I worked in a warehouse that butted up to the airport and the following days showed just how much impact this situation had created.  No planes were coming or going and the silence was deafening.  It was screaming of fear and insecurity.  We all tried to continue our work day as always, but even people this far away knew someone that had been in the towers when they fell and their grief was shared by all of us. 

Now, even after 10 years, I still feel that grief… not as profound, but it is always there.  When I see pictures of the New York skyline before the attack and see the beauty of the silhoutte, I think of how far our country has come since that fateful day.  Everyone talks of the unity, honor and patriotism that day created in our “new world” and I am honored to live here and be a part of it.  Grief has brought forth strength.