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How Have We Fallen So Low?
Looking back at the memories of 9/11
As we come up to the twentieth anniversary of the horrific terrorist attacks of 9/11, I find myself deeply saddened and profoundly demoralized.
I’m re-reading the timeline of that day. I’m watching news shows and documentaries. I’m remembering so many of the terrifying details that unfolded through the course of that awful day.
But I’m also remembering many of the heroic and selfless details, too. Do you remember the images of the firefighters, stoically climbing the stairs toward the fires? The look in their eyes will haunt me forever.
Do you remember the police officers, desperately rushing people through the streets, covered in ash and soot? And the regular folks who held each other’s hands, strangers and friends alike, comforting and supporting each other at this terrible time?
And do you remember the indescribable courage of the passengers aboard Flight 93, the fourth plane to be hijacked? I do.
I remember that when those passengers contacted their families during the hijacking, they learned what was happening on the ground. They learned that their flight was heading toward Washington DC and the US Capitol. They knew that the World Trade Center and the Pentagon had both been hit and that the plane on which they sat was about to…
