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9/11/2001 is the only day I’ve seen my Mother cry. Like millions of other Americans, the morning started out like any other, before turning into a day we will Never Forget. My Dad was long gone by the time I woke up that Tuesday, the day before his 45th birthday. To make it to his office in Midtown by 9am meant his 2 hour commute often started before the sun began rising.   My Mom dropped me off at school around 8:30am, at Old Farmers Elementary School in Long Valley, New Jersey, class began at 8:40am SHARP. We were still getting settled when the VP rushed into the classroom and whispered something into my teacher’s ear.   We were then ushered to the lunchroom with the rest of the classes without explanation besides “somethings happening.” I vividly recall how dark & cramped the room felt, with every student waiting restlessly as they wheeled in a TV cart that was already on.   It didn’t take long for us to realize what we were looking at, even if we didn’t fully understand the enormity of what was unfolding in front until much later.. Long Valley was a blue collar town. Everyone had family that were first-responders, or a parent who in the city.   At some point they turned the TV off and the lights on, and we wandered outside dazed waiting for the buses or our parents to pick us up. My Mom finally appeared, and we rode home in silence with my baby sister Kat in the backseat next to me.   We were standing in the kitchen when the phone finally rang. I’ll never forget her picking it up and exchanging a few short sentences before collapsing on the floor sobbing out of sheer relief.   My Dad was ok, he was safe, and he was alive. My story is one of the lucky ones. There were 2977 families that day who did not get that kind of phone call. Fathers, mothers, brothers, and sisters who went to work like any other day, and never came home. Heroes who gave their lives in service, and innocents who should have been safe and protected.   23 years later, I get close to tears thinking about it. America changed forever on that day. We lost our innocence, and to ensure our safety, I can’t help but think we traded some of our soul. We no longer love our neighbors, jump to help strangers, or agree to civilly disagree with people who’s values or beliefs don’t match our own. Instead we view them as “other” or as an enemy.   Today is a sad, but important reminder that what connects us is so much stronger than what we let divides us. I believe America is still the land of opportunity. Where we can solve big problems and lift each other and the rest of the world up. If two people who were at each other’s throats last night can shake hands amicably and respectfully today, I have real hope that we are not as lost as the news and social media wants to make us believe. It shouldn’t take a tragedy to bring us together, to make us love our country and each other. Never Forget. #neverforget #neverforgotten #september112001
9/11/2001 is the only day I’ve seen my Mother cry. Like millions of other Americans, the morning started out like any other, before turning into a day we will Never Forget. My Dad was long gone by the time I woke up that Tuesday, the day before his 45th birthday. To make it to his office in Midtown by 9am meant his 2 hour commute often started before the sun began rising.   My Mom dropped me off at school around 8:30am, at Old Farmers Elementary School in Long Valley, New Jersey, class began at 8:40am SHARP. We were still getting settled when the VP rushed into the classroom and whispered something into my teacher’s ear.   We were then ushered to the lunchroom with the rest of the classes without explanation besides “somethings happening.” I vividly recall how dark & cramped the room felt, with every student waiting restlessly as they wheeled in a TV cart that was already on.   It didn’t take long for us to realize what we were looking at, even if we didn’t fully understand the enormity of what was unfolding in front until much later.. Long Valley was a blue collar town. Everyone had family that were first-responders, or a parent who in the city.   At some point they turned the TV off and the lights on, and we wandered outside dazed waiting for the buses or our parents to pick us up. My Mom finally appeared, and we rode home in silence with my baby sister Kat in the backseat next to me.   We were standing in the kitchen when the phone finally rang. I’ll never forget her picking it up and exchanging a few short sentences before collapsing on the floor sobbing out of sheer relief.   My Dad was ok, he was safe, and he was alive. My story is one of the lucky ones. There were 2977 families that day who did not get that kind of phone call. Fathers, mothers, brothers, and sisters who went to work like any other day, and never came home. Heroes who gave their lives in service, and innocents who should have been safe and protected.   23 years later, I get close to tears thinking about it. America changed forever on that day. We lost our innocence, and to ensure our safety, I can’t help but think we traded some of our soul. We no longer love our neighbors, jump to help strangers, or agree to civilly disagree with people who’s values or beliefs don’t match our own. Instead we view them as “other” or as an enemy.   Today is a sad, but important reminder that what connects us is so much stronger than what we let divides us. I believe America is still the land of opportunity. Where we can solve big problems and lift each other and the rest of the world up. If two people who were at each other’s throats last night can shake hands amicably and respectfully today, I have real hope that we are not as lost as the news and social media wants to make us believe. It shouldn’t take a tragedy to bring us together, to make us love our country and each other. Never Forget. #neverforget #neverforgotten #september112001

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