It doesn’t matter where I was, or what I was doing during the attacks on 9/11.
I didn’t go into the stairwells and try to get people out of the World Trade Center buildings, or run down the streets covered in ashen dust from the aftermath.
I was 2,820 miles away.
I was no more a part of the 9/11 horror in New York, the Pentagon, or in that Pennsylvania field, than I was a part of the 1980 “Miracle on Ice” USA hockey gold medal team.
But I will stand tall with my brothers and sisters; grateful for the sacrifices of those innocent, brave men and women on 9/11 in 2001.
Dec. 31, 1994. Photo by Keith Meyers/The New York Times
Beautiful tribute, Michael.
I appreciate that, Judy. I didn’t want to get too lengthy, just write how I felt.
A simple yet touching honor, MJ, to those who were, unfortunately, part of this sad event but as you write, no matter where any of us were on that day, we were all indirectly affected.
Thank you.
Thank you, Sunshine. It was such a tragic event then, and still is just as powerful to watch the stories today.