by Genevieve, Senior Editor, Advisor
As I think about the anniversary of September 11, it is hard to believe that 13 years have passed since that fateful day. The events still permeate my memory. I was hurrying, as usual, so that I wouldn’t be late for work when my phone rang. A friend called to tell me that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. Living in a world-weary time when tragic incidents don’t have much impact, I paid little attention and continued with my morning routine. The horrors that followed: three more plane crashes – another one at the WTC, one at the Pentagon and the third in a field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania, foreshadowed far-reaching changes to life in America.
All air transportation was brought to a complete halt – airports were closed. It was the eeriest feeling to look skyward and not see a single airplane. Our freedoms and liberties would gradually vanish as the struggle against terrorism stripped the tranquility from our daily lives.
The nightmare is perpetuated by the ever-changing forces that threaten our very existence. There is little comparison to the atrocities committed by Al Qaida and the slaughters and bloodbaths executed by ISIS, Hamas and other terrorist-affiliated organizations. The most unsettling thing about relentless terrorism is that there is no opportunity for peace anymore. We are constantly looking over our shoulders waiting for the next shoe to fall. Fighting our enemies in past wars was considerably simpler. The battles were fought and ended. The war against terrorism, however, is never ended. We are continually confronted by the opposition when we least expect an offensive.
We have no one to depend on for protection and security. Our government is clueless about how to circumvent the destruction and collapse of mankind. Our lives are controlled by apprehension and fear.
I live my life from day to day in humble and reverent remembrance of THE DAY THAT TIME STOOD STILL.