Wake Me Up When September Ends

I logged on to Facebook this morning and scrolled through the live feed, reading stati like a creeper. Only two of my friends (at that time) had posts about 9/11. I wasn't exactly surprised. We live across the country from where it happened and most of my Facebook friends are college and high school students. A girl in my modern rhetorical theory class actually asked me what NPR is last week. I sat there in shock for a bit before I finally sputtered out an explanation of National Public Radio and all its awesomeness.

I know I'm not the best example of a socially conscious, upstanding citizen. Though I do love NPR, my thoughts and actions are predominantly selfish. When will I go to Wal-Mart today? What time does Jersey Shore come on? I'm ridiculous. And I know I'm not alone.

So today, nine years after a nightmare that in some ways we're still in, I just hope everyone thinks about it. Innocent people who showed up for work on a September morning died. When I think about that, all my problems are miniscule.

9/11/01
We will never forget