There is nothing necessarily significant about 25 years. It’s really just one more number of years than 24 and one less than 26. I guess, if you’re 24 and turning 25, there is some significance, something special about that number.
This week, we head into 25 years of significance. It has been 25 years since 9/11.
I remember where I was 25 years ago on Tuesday, September 11, 2001. I turned on the television after the North Tower was hit and watched in disbelief minutes later as another airplane crashed into the South Tower. It was like watching a movie with great special effects. Although I was watching it happen in real-time, I just knew it could not be real . . . but it was real.
Ingrained in me are the stories of hope of mothers and fathers searching for their children . . . husbands and wives searching for their spouses . . . and the people who brought us into their lives as we watched them mourn their loved ones.
Although I suffered no personal loss of family or friends, I felt a genuine sense of community and sadness for all who were personally affected.
Twenty-five years later, processing 9/11 is still very hard.
This year, 25 years is significant as will be 26 years, 27 years, and so on.
September 11 will always take my breath away.
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