On a more serious note, today is 9/11. 12 years have passed since that day and I still remember very vividly what I was doing when I found out what had happened. That morning I sent my husband and his brother off to the school for classes and work. About twenty minutes later as I was cleaning out my closet in my bedroom, they came home. I looked at them and asked them why they were there. They told me that some people hijacked some airplanes and they crashed them into the world trade center buildings. They kept trying to get me to believe this crazy story and I didn't believe them. Finally after begging them to stop telling me stories, they looked a me and turned on the television. I remember watching in horror as they showed the footage of the plane crashing into the building. Then as we watched the live coverage, the first tower began to collapse. I remember wondering how our country would get through all of this. Then things got worse, the second tower fell and a plane crashed into the pentagon and another plane went down in Pennsylvania. It was insane. I felt helpless, I felt scared. I was pregnant with my first child and I remember wondering how I would raise a child in a war torn world.
12 years later I still feel those feelings as vividly as I did then. I will never forget. I will always remember that day and I will always be proud to be an American. I love my country and the freedoms we have here. It is something worth fighting for. I am so proud of the soldiers, police officers, firefighters, and many other people who risk their lives to keep me safe and to keep our country safe. I hope I can live up to them and do a good job. I hope we never forget the day our lives changed.
Peace be with you all on this day.
PT Miller
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