There are some days in life that I will never forget, and 9/11 was one of them.
We all have our stories.
I was shaving when my fraternity brother told me what was happening. My sister was living in New York then — was she alright? Were the people stuck in the tower going to get out?
A little while later, I was at my first class of the day, an elective drama class. It was an all-time favorite class! But this day was that day. I will never forget the sound of one of my classmates sobbing — a girl whose name I have somehow forgotten all these years later. “Is my sister alive?” she wailed. Her sister worked near the World Trade Center.
In our drama class two days later, we learned that her sister was okay. And thankfully, my sister was okay too.
But for thousands, the answer was different.
Let’s remember those people today.
Let’s never forget.