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.