Where were you when the world stopped turning?
These will always be the images I see when I hear the phrase "9/11."
As the years have passed and I see this all through the haze of memory, I also see a few more images that give me some other feelings...
The thought that I will never take this country or our safety for granted. Never again.
And part of me needs to hold on to the fear that I had going to bed that night.
We need to not let it get to where we're immune to these images making us feel something. Whether it's sick, sorrowful, mad...we need to feel it.
Do you remember where you were?