I will never forget the day the Towers came down. My son called me from his work to say to turn on the TV. He said a plane hit one of the towers. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched the 2nd plane flying into the 2nd tower. I realized that this wasn't just a terrible accident. I remember sitting, sobbing. I couldn't bear to look, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. How could man treat his fellow man like that? I will never understand. This turned into a time that pulled this country together. For a while, we were all brothers and sisters. We somehow felt closer to God. We all hung out our flags.
Now, with the 10 year anniversary coming up. I hear about some squabbles as to how it should be commemorated. Some people don't want any prayers because they might "offend" someone. How can you have a memorial without prayer? Among the wreckage were some girders that formed a cross. That formation was to be saved to be placed at ground zero. Now some people are trying to prevent those girders from having their rightful place.
Has anyone asked the families of the fallen, or the survivors how they want that day to be memorialized? Politics and "lets not offend anyone" seems to be forming the decisions, instead of just good sense. I wonder how long it will take before some start saying 911, like the Holocaust, didn't happen.
