I know the day has passed but I need to say this and I know y'all are used to me cracking jokes but I've been a wreck all day and I need to speak:
I was a freshmen in high school when the attack happened. I remember walking into my 2nd period class and everyone was listening to Charlie Gibson give a report what was going on. One of my friends told me what had happened and I thought it was a joke. We found a tv and turned it on to the sight of the first tower falling. I was 15. I'm 21 now and I can honestly tell you I'm still not over it. I'm writing this with tears streaming down my face because any time I think about that day I lose control. It still feels like to me that I'm still outside in that hallway watching the towers fall and watching the Pentagon smoke. I don't want to 'get over' that day and I PROMISE every single one of you that as long as I'm breathing I'll still be that 15 year old boy outside in that hallway embracing his friends trying to find and provide comfort. And it's not because of what happened, it's because of what people did during and afterwards. The thought of hundreds of Police, EMS, fire fighters, port authority running up hundreds of flights of stairs to help their fellow man and regular workers carrying people down those flights of stairs is WHY this country is great and I'll go to my damn grave loving those brave men and women.
I know there are some soldiers and public servants here and I just want to say, from the bottom of this young mans heart - I love you guys.