never forget.

I remember that day ten years ago so vividly. I remember what I ate for breakfast, where I sat in class, what shoes I wore.

Hard to believe it's already been 10 years. I guess I'm the right age to be considered part of the "9/11 Generation," which oddly enough instills me with a tremendous sense of pride. Yes, that day was unspeakably tragic, horrifying, and terrible, but it also brought our country together. Out of the sorrows came a feeling of togetherness.

I pray for the victims and their families everyday, and still get goosebumps when I think about what happened. But today, I am joyful. Ten years have come and gone, and we are stronger for it.

God Bless America.