On the morning of Tuesday, September 11, 2001, I was in my preschool class. I was 3 years old and cared more about the toys in my classroom than what happened at 8:46 a.m. that day.
But, as I’ve grown older, my mom has shared what that day was like for her. As she picked me up from my Mother’s Day Out classroom, the world was silent. A hush fell over the American people as sheer fear, disbelief and sadness clouded what was once seen as the safest place in the world.
I can’t imagine what it’s like to have 9/11 affect me in more ways than a threat to my security as an American citizen. I can’t imagine what it’s like to know someone who is in one of those buildings. To know someone who helped rescue and save as many as possible. To know someone on those hijacked planes. For it to happen in your own backyard.
Today, I, along with my staff, vow to never forget that tragic day and the events that shaped America to its current state.
Never forgotten. Not by us. Not by the UT community. Not by anyone.