It's hard to believe it's been 10 years. I can remember, like most people, exactly what I was doing. I was a newlywed. I was driving into work, which consisted of about a 5 minute commute, and listening to 107.5 on the radio. They interrupted a song to break the news of the first plane. I thought it was a joke. By the time I got onto the unit of the hospital that I worked in, my coworkers were all gathered around the tv as we watched the rest of the day's news unfold.
It's sad that terrorism even exists. That I have to explain that to my kids. That they will one day have to worry about it themselves and explain it to their kids. Maybe I'm an idealist, flower child, or hippie at heart, but can't we all just get along? Maybe give peace a chance.