Eloquence has never been my strong point, but it seems appropriate to at least acknowledge this day.
Five years later... a day that I will never forget.
Five years later... I remember exactly what the weather was like, but I am unable to remember what it was a week ago.
Five years later... I remember that it was a Tuesday and yet, I can't remember what I did a year ago on my birthday.
Five years later... I can't see much difference in the way we do stuff. I know there have been changes, but really... what is different?
Five years later... I remember that people changed when it happened. They were nicer and treated each other with a little bit more respect. Five years later, we are assholes again.
Five years later... we still haven't found Osama.
Five years later... we still have the same leadership.
Five years later... I wonder what is going on.
Five years later and I will never forget what happened and I will always remember those that lost their lives that day.
Five years later... I expect you to give a crap about what I think about this. Don't forget those that really mattered today... Don't make it about you. Remember them.... Remember them...
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Five years ago, I was driving to a doctor appointment in DC when I saw an American Airlines flight coming in over the Navy Annex and thought to myself -- that is flying way too low, and way too fast, to be landing at National. And then it slammed into the Pentagon.
I will never forget the numbness I felt on that day. I will never forget driving past the Pentagon a while after the crash and seeing ash standing in the shape of a building. I will never forget the phone call I received from a friend who told me the World Trade Center towers were falling. I will never forget fear I had that my college roommate did not get out of her office at WTC.
I will never forget parking my car 2 hours and just 1/2 a mile after the slamming and trying to walk home out of sheer frustration. I will never forget a person yelling at me from their car as I answered my cell phone when I was trying to walk home - finally my Dad had gotten through, and answered the question "Who would do this?". His answer was "Osama bin Laden."
I will never forget the man who hit my rear bumper with his front bumper 3 hours and 1/2 a mile later while we were trying to get onto the road home. I will never forget the release I felt when I got out of my car and yelled and screamed and cried at him. I will never forget finally getting home and stepping into a hot shower and crying my eyes out.
And I will never forget the relief and comfort I felt the following Saturday when my sister - who already had an irrationally heightened fear of random violence - drove from NJ to VA to be with me.
This day has changed all others, and it has changed all of us. We will never forget.
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