That for me was the first time I think I got what it meant to be a Patriot, to the core of my being, I was so proud to be an American, proud of the average people, and the first responders who risked their lives to save others in the aftermath of that attack. It was also when I became acutely aware of my 2nd amendment rights- but that's a whole other post. I found myself thankful in the days after that I didn't know anyone who had lost their lives that day, and so heartbroken for the families affected. The effect on my life was different, I had friends who were deployed immediately after that, and I spent the better part of a year fearing for their safety as they went places that they couldn't tell me about in our letters, worrying that they would never return. Thankfully, they did- safe & sound. I continue to be so proud of them for going and doing what they did. For standing up.
Land of the Free BECAUSE of the Brave!
Every year since that day, on September 11th, I take time to remember the day... remember the feelings (which for me are still very fresh- I can't listen to "Where were you when the world stopped turning" by Alan Jackson without choking back tears). http://youtu.be/TpZJD6deEGc
9/11 reminds me to focus on whats important and let go of the BS, the things that don't matter; to make sure that my loved ones know how much they are loved- I tell them all the time, but it reminds me to make sure they know. Life is short. Make the most of your time on this planet. And Never Forget 9/11/01.
XOXO
Megan

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