Sixteen years ago, I was 8 months pregnant with my youngest. My husband called me on his way to work, said to turn on the news, and I watched the towers fall. Sixteen years ago, a friend was supposed to be on one of those planes. By the grace of God, he caught an earlier flight and was safe. Sixteen years ago, a friend’s husband was supposed to be at a meeting in the twin towers and was running late for the first time in his life. He was safe. Some of his colleagues weren’t. Sixteen years ago, firefighters, policemen, and people from the street worked frantically to save as many as they could.
Today we remember and honor the lost, the rescuers, and the survivors. Today we remember what hatred can do, and how love responds. Today we choose love.