Where were you

In rememberance
So, since this the the 5th Anniversary of September 11, 2001 I thought I'd share my story of where I was. Much like my parents generation can tell you what they were doing when Kennedy was assassinated, most of us can remember exactly where we were when those planes hit the World Trade Center.

I was starting my second day at a new job, as the Communications Specialist in Austin, Texas for a Federal Grant that did disability research. I remember being introduced to my cubicle, and trying to settle into a position that I was feeling excited and scared about taking on... and then suddenly my boss walked out of his office and casually mentioned that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. Talk about all of my insecurities about being in a new position flying out the window.

I was lucky enough to not have any loved ones or friends perish in the attacks. One of my old college roommates was away from her desk at the Pentagon when that plane hit... but nobody I knew personally was injured or killed... but America as a whole lost something that day...and I think the world lost a little bit of something as well.

I remember how everyone seemed to be together in their love for America in the immediate time following the attack. 90 percent of the cars I saw had a flag magnet or sticker or something pro-American hanging from it. I never did any of that because I always wore my support for my country in my thoughts and actions... but it was really heartwarming to see all of those pieces of support.

I remember watching slowly as the "Pro-America" items started disappearing and people just melted back into what they were before 9/11. The "death of plastic patriotism" I call it. You still see magnet ribbons that say "support our troops" and pro-and anti-Bush stickers (especially in this area) but gone is the great sweeping love of country that was so apparent 5 years ago. It's really sad. I wonder what people thought as they removed the flags from their cars, trucks, and SUVs. Was it because they were torn and tattered from wear, or that it wasn't fashionable to be patriotic anymore?

I guess we'll never know. But, please, wherever you are, please take a moment to honor those who died needlessly that day. This day isn't about politics, it's about remberance.


So... to quote Alan Jackson: "Where were you when the world stopped turning on that September day?"