Anyway, I'm actually going to relate a quasi-boy experience as it applies to the 5-year anniversary of September 11:
I was watching the news feed when the second plane hit. I saw everything, even the faux pas the news made in showing people jumping out of the windows to avoid the flames. It was horrifying. I live near a military airport, and I remember how quiet the sky was for about a week afterwards, and how eerie it was the first time I heard a plane in the sky again. But most of all, I remember worrying about my friend on the West Coast.
It shouldn't have been something to worry about. He was on the wrong side of the country. But I thought if the planes could get us in New York, what was keeping them from California? Thankfully Rob called me later that night and we talked for a long, long time. He had been worried about me all day, waiting to get off of work to call me, even though he knew there was even less chance of an attack in Utah than Cali. The first thing he asked me was, "I know this is silly, because you're in Utah, but are you all right?"
We were scared. Scared about his mission. Scared for the United States. Scared for the Church. Scared of everything. Most of all, I remember talking to him and finally feeling some comfort knowing he was safe and knowing he was worried about me in return. It was a good feeling on a day that otherwise would be a blot in my memory.
No matter what happens, we have good memories of those we've lost. No matter what they have done or said, these memories make it worth the time. It's like Kendall always says,
People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But they will never forget the way you made them feel.
On September 11, 2001, I felt like one of the most important people in America.
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And I'm proud of your daddy too! :) I love this country, and when people bash on it I think more than anything they are part of the problem if they are just whining and not doing anything to fix it. This is a blessed land, and we have been promised it will continue to be so as long as we remember by whose hand we were brought here.
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