It's hard to believe it has been 14 years since those evil doers killed so many of our citizens. Just like when JFK was shot, I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing. Like everyone else, I suppose. I will always remember. I'm not sure I have forgiven. Or if I ever will.
It worries me, still, when I notice a fellow air passenger of Middle Eastern descent. I know, I know. I hate having this prejudice inside of me. I guess I have always lived in a bubble. My friendship base does not have any people of any color and most are 18th generation American.
Today I took some time to read about the incident and how humongous it was. It astonishes me how something this horrific could have been masterminded by mainly one evil man. And why. Nineteen of his followers willingly gave their lives to induce this pain. And for what?
Maybe I am naive, but I think the USA does more than its share helping out the rest of the world.
It was a rather insightful, and sad day today.