Today marks the fifth anniversary of the tragic day that gripped our nation and the world. It was a rude awakening to a terrible new world. It was a harsh and violent reminder that none of us are truly safe from those who wish death to not only our way of life but to our very lives.
I can remember the shock and confusion that I felt that day. In many ways, I am still living that shock but I am no longer confused. The radical Islamic extremists have made it painfully clear. They wish us death for to them there is no such thing as innocent lives. They live in a world of hatred; a world without love, humor, or even the smallest shred of human compassion.
On this fifth anniversary, I mourn the loss of lives from this day. I also celebrate the lives that were so wrongly taken in hatred. I celebrate the many acts of heroism and bravery on that fateful day and in it's aftermath. I also remember those who have died defending our freedom in the war against terrorism.
Outside my window, the thunder rumbles and lightning streaks across the sky. The sky's have opened up and rain falls as if the heavens themselves can no longer hold back their tears. May we never forget. For if we do then another day will come when we must remember yet another tragic day.