10 Years

I usually don’t talk about 9/11. Why? Because I don’t really feel I have a right to. It’s didn’t impact my daily life at all. Don’t get me wrong, it was a terrible tragedy and no one can honestly say otherwise, but for me it wasn’t a personal tragedy. I didn’t lose any family members, I didn’t run from a wall of debris, I wasn’t a firefighter that now has to fight politics just so the government will help pay for the long term damage that was physically done to me because I was one of the people that tried to make a difference that day. I was just a 19 year old kid that had no connection to a city suffering what will surely be looked back upon as one of the greatest tragedies of the 21st Century.

I know I’m not alone. I’m sure that everyone that was old enough to remember the events of 9/11/2001 will remember where they were when they heard or saw what happened, but for a majority of us it was not a personally tragedy. Lets not act like our lives will never be the same. There is little difference in my life now as a result of that day and to pretend there is cheapens the suffering of the true victims in my eyes.

So on this day of solemn reflection, or off-colored jokes (hey, that’s just how some people cope), lets not paint ourselves into imaginary victims. Instead, lets remember those poor people that died. Or better yet, let’s keep those who survived in out thoughts. Those who lost people. The first responders that ruined their lives in an attempt to save the lives of others. The poor people that have to walk past that hole in a ground every day for the past ten years. The people across the country that had to sit in anxious silence and wait to find out the fate of their friends and family in NYC. Those people are the victims, not me.

My heart goes out to all the true victims. You know who you are and I hope you’ve found some amount of peace in the past ten years.

Say something... I dare you.