I walked onto the trading floor of the Chicago Board Options Exchange and saw a television showing smoke pouring from one of the World Trade Center Towers.
Ten years. Three thousand lives that day. Over 6000 lives in the wars since. Some people struggle daily with the loss of a loved one. Some want to pretend nothing has changed, and go back to comfortable ways of September 10.
I can’t really say much. I just don’t write that sort of thing very well… I’m sure any number of other blogs will say what I want to say with a great deal more eloquence.
I just know I never again want to feel that awful horror I felt that day. The anger, frustration, helplessness. Fear, fear not for myself, but for countrymen of mine that I’ve never met, and never will.
It’s odd. I don’t get terribly disturbed by people dying in storms, or plane crashes. Nor the thousands of Americans killed every year on our highways. I rarely feel outrage over any of the thousands of run-of-the-mill murders in our country.
But just one American dying at the hands of an Islamic jihadi brings forth a pure burning fury.
May God Bless America.