Remembering

It's September 11th. A date we all remember, at least those of us old enough to have witnessed it. Today I was driving to work and there is a bridge overpass that every year parks firetrucks with the ladder's raised high and fly a flag between them. Driving in to school today (just as I was doing 16 years ago at that time) it was very heartwarming and encouraging to see this display. I get goosebumps just talking about it.
Shortly after that, the radio station I was listening to interrupted the song that was playing to have a moment of silence at the time the first plane hit the tower, and then prayed. What a good reminder that God is God in all things. It is important to remember.
When I got to school, and as I drove, I saw flags at half staff. We must never forget the tragedy, nor the hero's that rose up.
With all turmoil and tragedies going on it's good to see Americans having pride in our country. 9/11, tragic as it was, showed how Americans can come together to help each other.  It's paramount we pass those traits onto the next generation.
Sixteen years ago I was driving to school to drop off my daughter at school, listening to kid songs on the cassette player, oblivious at the time, about this huge tragedy. Same school but different building that I was driving to today. I learned of it shortly after when I stopped at a friend's house.  I was in complete shock when I turned on the TV to see the tower collapsing. I could barely take my attention away from it all day, on TV or the radio. Back then I had a 1st grader and a preschooler. Now they are both adults. They grew up in a post 9/11 world. I hope the generations coming up learn a love and respect for this great country of America.