I was in the boys’ locker room changing for my freshman P.E. class when a voice spoke out over the speakers, “There’s been a terrible accident at the World Trade Center building…” Though I heard the words, the information or significance didn’t quite process in my mind. In fact, as I headed out to the gym I distinctly remembered a friend asking me, “What is the World Trade Center Building?” To which I answered, matter of factly, “Oh, I’m sure it’s some important business building.”
That hour of PE was an hour of ignorance and bliss. It was an hour during which words like terrorism, Osama Bin Laden, Al-Qaeda, and even World Trade Center meant nothing to me. But once I left that gymnasium, I was bombarded with images of the burning towers, terrified people and valiant rescuers, images that are seared into my brain to this day.
While 9/11 is a day in our history that we will never be able to erase, the memory of the brave men and women who ran into those burning buildings and of the lives lost should never be forgotten.
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