It’s a bright, shiny day here, yet I find my spirits are flagging. It’s sobering remembering where I was ten years ago, glued to the televison in horror as the reports about the Twin Towers and the Pentagon poured in, and our Nation truly learned that “terror” is the root word in “terrorist.”
I think of the Americans that died 9/11, and how their families still live with this every day. So much is different now, from our airports to our highway signs. I can only begin to imagine the effect this has had on Muslim Americans.
It’s sad that this beautiful day must feel blighted, but if we Americans don’t remember, who will?
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ACCess 
I was at work, but we had a TV and as soon as someone told the boss we were watching as the first tower burned. We watched as a second plane hit. We watched as the first building crumbled and then prayed the second wouldn’t be next. Then that one came down as well. Vague reports came in about the pentagon, but by then my boss had turned off the TV and told us to get back to work.
Instead I kept staring at my desk; too upset to focus on anything. I feel the same way every time this day comes around.
One must remember that that was only the beginning. It started a war that we are still fighting on two fronts–Iraq and Afghanistan.