On September 10th, 2001, I was 12 years old with not a care in the world. I lived in the United States of America, the greatest country in the whole world, I was being educated at home, and working toward my black belt in Karate.
Then on September 11th, things changed. My mom got a phone call and turned on the TV. I watched in horror as cowards masquerading as warriors crashed planes into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. I watched as the first responders bravely charged in and rescued countless lives. Later, I saluted the heroes on United 93.
I like to tell you that when I saw it, I matured and instantly patriotism rocked through my heart. The truth is, I was scared. I had no idea what was happening and it frightened me to the core.
My family came together and comforted each other, not knowing what the next day would hold.
Then, we heard President Bush’s speech. Whether you love or hate the man, his speech that night made us sleep a little better that night. His resolve in handling this conflict was incredible.
He led us, on September 12th, and our nation came together, political and social differences became immaterial and we were united. We were all American.
To all the victims, to all the first responders, to all the people on United 93, and to all their loved ones, we will never forget. Happy Patriot Day!