This morning I talked to DJ about what happened on September 11, 2001. We talked about the people who flew airplanes into buildings, the fires that resulted, the ultimate sacrifice of brave men and women, both in uniform and out. His questions, his concern, were genuine and thoughtful and love-filled.
In the moments and days after 9/11, we showed that we’re still capable of the love that comes so naturally to children. Perhaps we have since forgotten.
May we work to once again show our brothers and sisters that kind of love; the love that our kids so easily embody. Today and always.
Never forget.
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I have a million things to say and nothing to say. I love this post.