today is a day that most of us will always remember.
9 years ago, to this very hour, i was in the check-out line at foy getting breakfast after my 8:00 class. another student mentioned that something had happened in new york but speculated that it was probably not true. when i returned to my table, my roommate went over to a tv in foy and watched the second plane hit the second tower.
we then went upstairs to watch the news coverage unfold and america, as we knew it, change forever.
fast forward 9 years. and i am now working with children who, for the most part, were not even born when this occurred but are so effected by it. they are children of our active duty military service members. i won't get on my soapbox about the effects of this because i'm sure you can imagine what it would be like if you were a 8-year-old and your parent was in a war zone for over a year and you were only able to talk to him/her for a few minutes every 6 weeks.
so, on this anniversary of one of the most horrific tragedies, it is important to not only remember those who died 9 years ago but also those that are still sacrificing their life, their families, and often times their own mental health.