When speaking of 9-11, people sometimes say “May we never forget.” As if, for any of us who lived it, who saw those buildings fall, who saw people jumping out, or walking dead, covered with ash — as if we ever could. I remember going to the store the next day and noticing that people were walking around in a daze. I remember feeling like every human being I saw knew exactly how I was feeling and that I knew how they were feeling. I remember having nightmares for days where I would keep seeing people jumping out of those buildings. I remember wondering if the world was ending. I remember seeing those buildings falling and thinking, “This only happens in the movies. It cannot be real.”
I remember how President Bush inspired America and the world as he stood on top of the rubble with a bullhorn and made a promise to America that the people who did this would soon be hearing from us. And of course I remember the incredible heroism of those who died (and are dying still) trying to help.
To every American who reads these words and remembers, this is what it feels like to be united and not divided. In the words of one of my favorite songwriters, “Pain is our mother, she makes us recognize each other.” We know it’s true. We’ve been there. Many of us find ourselves there again today. A part of all of us died that day and we lost an innocence we will never get back.
Love and peace today to all of my American brothers and sisters, especially those who lost loved ones, and the families of those amazing people who ran up those pitch black stairs while everyone else was running down.