I was a senior in high school on September 11th, 2001. I wasn’t in class; it was my hour to work as an office aid—collecting attendance, making copies, stuff like that.
But on this day the energy was different. 17-year-old-me didn’t exactly know what to make of it. Why were my teachers crying? What did all these news reports mean?
And so the day continued, the news on nonstop in every class, hundreds of students going through the motions of a day that none of us will ever forget, though in the moment we didn’t all know exactly why.
And now fifteen years later I look back on that day, I see how it has shifted our world, and all I want to do is build bridges and bring peace.
Because love trumps fear, every time.
- Where were you on September 11, 2001?
- What can you do to build bridges and bring peace?