Today is September 11, 2009. It's been eight years now since that horrible day when terrorists made their mark on the United States.
I will always remember where I was that day when I heard the news.
Matt and I were attending Idaho State University and we'd just gotten to school and were walking to the library on campus when one of Matt's friends stopped us and asked if we'd heard the news.
We hurried to the computer lab so that we could look up anything we could find online about what was happening and were glued to the televisions as we passed by them.
I remember watching as the second plane hit, then watched horrified as the towers started to come down. It was almost surreal, and like I mentioned before, it was like something you only see in movies.
Then we heard about the plane that hit the Pentagon and the other that went down in a Pennsylvania field.
I was saddened that something so horrific would happen in our country, saddened at the number of lives lost, grateful that no one close to me was hurt. Even today, eight years later, tears come to my eyes as I think of that day.
I was also lifted up by the heroism shown that day by airline passengers who fought for their lives to the very end. I am grateful for the firemen and others who sacrificed so much.
I'm proud to be an American and hope that we will always remember that day.
I hope we don't take it for granted.
We are so very blessed.