Sent this to my team today. Many were too young to understand what happened 19 years ago.
Nineteen years ago today, I had just showered and was dressing in my bedroom when a news report came on about a plane hitting the World Trade Center. The reports were all over the place, and it was initially reported to be a small plane - like a Cessna or maybe a private jet. But after a few minutes it was starting to become clear that this wasn't just an accident…and then the 2nd plane hit.
It's amazing that I have some crystal clear memories from the following few days; images and "snapshots" that are as clear today as then, but I have a lot of "fuzziness" in my memories as well. Days are kind of blurred. It's easy to say that September 11, 2001 is one of the worst days of my life.
But one of the things that I remember with clarity, and with pride, was how our nation united as one in grief, in mourning, in resolution. Black, white, brown, male, female, gay, straight, rich, poor…it didn't matter. We were united as one people, and in retrospect some of the days following 9/11 are some of the best days of my life. We, as a country (however fleeting), were able to tear apart and expose the pettiness of our conflicts and literally be arm in arm together, holding each other, helping each other, appreciating each other as fellow Americans. I saw what was possible - what could be.
In a time of significant unrest, pain, and anger in our country today - it is my hope that those of you old enough to remember 9/11 as I do can take a minute to remember what was, and for those of you who were maybe too young to absorb it all - know that there were a few days in mid-September of 2001 that proved what could be.