Standing outside in the Bronx I saw a pillar of smoke that ignited a fire within. I was so angry and wanted to do something so when the local firefighters asked for supplies everything was on the house. I felt this was way to insufficient but as I huddled with the masses of employees and customers from various cultures/backgrounds we became one as the flag was all our symbol. Our grief, hope, anger and strength stood along with our flag still waving in the air.
To think after only 15 years we have become so divided that some of the most privileged in our society playing America’s Game (football) have the audacity not to stand during this day blows my mind. We should not only never have forgotten but make sure our children and grandchildren do the same. Yes our country is far from perfect but on 911 let us remember how much was taken and could have been further taken if not for us becoming one with that flag waving in the air.