The Day After

7 years and 1 day ago, planes were hijacked in the wee hours of the morning. Two were intentionally flewn into the World Trade Buildings in New York, and 1 into the Pentagon in Washington. One plane crashed in a remote field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania after the passengers and crew members attempted to take control of the plane . It was speculated that, that plane was headed towards White House or the State Capitol.

Excluding the hijackers, 2,974 people died in the attacks. Another 24 are missing or presumed dead. Our (false) sense of security was obliterated; our economy- rattled. Nothing has ever been the same since.

It's funny what you think about the day after a tragedy. The day of the event, you are in shock and still searching for details. The following day, the haze has lifted a bit and that's when you get a true sense of grief. It causes you to reflect on things that would otherwise be less than an afterthought. We've become too desensitized to take note of what's going on beyond the borders of our personal circles. It's an unfortunate attitude that most Americans (including myself) share. Sadly, it took 4 planes and really bad intentions to wake us all up.

Crazy people do crazy things. Desperate and crazy is something on a whole other level.

On Sept 12, 2001, I grieved for the lives lost the day before and prayed fervently for closure within our community.

Seven years later, I continue to pray.

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