People claim there were warnings.
There were hints, yet the government nor the citizens paid attention.
Honestly, no matter how minute or grand the warnings, and no matter how significant the fact that all of it could have been prevented, it still was a major blow.
As the towers were punctured, so was the belief that we were invulnerable.
When they collapsed to the ground, so did our ego and our belief that we were the greatest country in the world.
Just like the devastation and dust the fallen buildings brought, this fallen ego of ours devastated us. The dust of our broken egos stung our eyes, filled our noses, and clogged our lungs.
We were living examples of a plethora of emotions: shock, disbelief, anger, sorrow, frustration, grief, brokenness, and revenge.
Just when we believed that nothing more could happen to us, the news of the Pentagon and Shanksville, Pennsylvania reached us, deepening our sorrow and building our anger.
This is what we get for assuming things. This is what we get for forgetting that history repeats itself.
Pearl Harbor should’ve taught us a lesson.
But no, as we continued to build the country up into the greatest country in the world, we only truly remembered Pearl Harbor on the anniversary. You see, we should’ve kept that vulnerability in our bones. We should’ve remembered that feeling of total helplessness, and we should’ve called on that feeling and that history lesson to vow that we would do everything in our power to prevent another such disaster from ever happening again.
I guess sixty years is sufficient enough to forget. To believe lies. To let our guard down.
Think about it. How does 9/11 apply to your life?
Think about how you encounter those life-altering events, and how they wreak havoc on your heart and seem to drown your body in a whirlpool of thoughts and feelings. Ponder on how even after years, sometimes your hope is still that sunken ship at the bottom of the ocean of sorrow.
That life-altering event, the 9/11 of your heart, caused you to dial 9-1-1, but sometimes even 9-1-1 can’t help you when it comes to a catastrophic event like this.
Those firefighters, policemen, and EMTs can’t bring your dead back to life. They can’t recover that picture frame of your daughter from your office on the 81st floor.
So you grieve. You cry. And when there are no more tears, you then sit in silence, remembering the lost but forgetting the found.
Should you always remember that event? Should you always mourn for your lost person or object? Yes. Your life will never be the same again. It’s normal—even necessary—to grieve.
But there is a certain point where you shut the grief up with hope. There is a point where you replace the sorrow with faith, the hate with love, the bitterness with joy.
We can’t stay bitter our whole lives. Our lost ones would want us to move on, to live life, to hope.
9-1-1 probably didn’t help you bring back what is lost, but it did bring with it the hope that maybe it could.
So, if 9-1-1 is a beacon of hope, a ray of light immersed in a time of chaos and darkness, then shouldn’t 9/11 be the same thing?
Maybe we just need to start from Ground Zero and build ourselves up and back to the top. . .
. . .without forgetting that life-altering event, the lives lost, or the vulnerability. . .
. . .without forgetting hope.