We all have our stories. Stories, that with time, our children will ask about. Where we were, who we were with, and how we heard about it. Stories that regardless of how much time passes will remain freshly etched in our minds and freshly felt in our hearts.
We all saw the horrific images and stayed glued to our TV’s for days. We remember how eerily quiet the skies were and how we let our differences go to become united as a country. In one day we saw the very worst and the very best of humanity. We saw what one human being was willing to give up to save another human being, we saw heroism and bravery on a scale we might never actually get to witness again, and we were brought together as a country, even for just a moment, like we may never experience again.
For the brave men and women on the flights, for the first responders, for our firemen, police officers, for those who stayed back to make sure everyone got out, for those who left last, for those who went back in, for those who never came out, for the doctors, nurses, medical professionals, good Samaritans, clergymen, our brave soldiers, and all those who shed tears for the loved ones they lost-WE WILL NEVER FORGET!
God Bless the USA!!
~Be Blessed and be a Blessing~
Rebecca
*Photo credit Google images
Copyright © 2013 · All Rights Reserved · www.andasprinkleoflove.com
.....and a sprinkle of love 
It is so hard to believe that it has been twelve years since that fateful day. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I found out. I will never ever forget that.
Beautiful and well written reminder.
Very nice and insightful post. Thanks for sharing.
Also, thanks Rebecca for the “like” on my post http://deodatusblog.wordpress.com/2013/09/12/fathers-need-to-teach-their-daughters-the-difference-between/
I sincerely appreciate your encouraging feedback. Thank you.