I didn't fully understand the significance of that event at the time, and still don't really understand the symbolism for people who grew up seeing those two towering monuments dominating the New York City skyline. But it was a significant enough tragedy that it shook me in some way. I actually started caring about what was on the news, what was going on in politics, and world affairs. But as time went on, people seemed to care less and less about that event, while I was still affected by it. It disgusted me that people could be so forgetful about something like that. How could they go back to fighting and arguing and not remember what had been done? Everything is so polarized now that it's hard to imagine that for two, almost three years, this country had a united purpose, a common goal. Now it's "blame Bush this" and "socialism that" and "Barack Obama" and it goes on and on and on.
The disillusionment from that combined with other events in my life and made me a cynic. Where as before I was that gung-ho patriotic middle-schooler, and now I'm this twenty-year-old college student that only associates with people that I actually care about.
That all being said, I'd like to take this moment to thank the firemen, police officers, and emergency medical technicians, especially those that served in New York City that day. May God bless not only those who fell on that day, but the days following, the days leading up to it, the years since, and the years before. There is no greater love than this. I'd also like to say thank you to those serving in the armed forces. They and their families sacrifice a lot for this country, and they don't get enough in return. I pray for the families of those who died during the attacks. And guess what? Next week, I'll still be thinking about this. Will you?
The second life changing event was when my dad passed, but that's a story for another post.
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