I just completed a nice story about growing up, listening to Steve Martin and George Carlin.
I want to post that. I want 9/11 to be just like any other day. But it's not. Every day on 9/11 I reflected back to 2001. I was in my office at work when a co-worker came in and said "Did you hear? Someone flew a plane in to the World Trade Center." We started to wonder - was it done on purpose? How could it have been anything else? But maybe it was some sort of horrible accident.
Then the second plane hit. And one in the Pentagon. And another in a field in Pennsylvania. And life as we knew it changed forever.
Eventually, unbelievably, both towers collapsed, killing thousands. Many of the victims were fire, EMS and police officers who had gone in to the building to help others.
This year 9/11 falls on a Sunday. We will have a special first responders service at church. I am proud to be a very small part of it, and I am thankful for the men and women who put their lives on the line for us every day. Now more than ever we need them.