I will never forget where I was the moment I watched the planes crash into the World Trade Center. I was at the gym, and a woman on the treadmill looked at me and said, “We’re at war.” She understood what was happening before I did.
First came the horror. Then the fear of what was next. For a long time, we all wondered when it would happen again. I vividly remember my first flight after 9/11, a Southwest flight with my friend Tom Ross. It was eerie. Something we had done countless times without a second thought suddenly felt completely different.
Then came the anger. And the absolute certainty that the evil bastards who did this had to be hunted down and destroyed.
Twenty-five years later, I still feel that anger. But more than anything, I think about the devastation of nearly 3,000 innocent people…mothers, fathers, sons and daughters….murdered that day.
And I think about the heroes. Not just the firefighters, police officers and soldiers, but everyday Americans who, in the face of unimaginable danger, ran toward it to save the lives of complete strangers. I can only hope that if I were ever faced with the same circumstances, I could muster that kind of courage.
But I also remember what happened to America afterward. We came together in a way I had never seen before and haven’t seen since. American flags were everywhere. There was an incredible sense of pride and patriotism. For a moment, what divided us didn’t matter. We were simply Americans. I wish we could find some of that again without needing a tragedy to remind us of what unites us.
We honor those we lost. We honor the heroes of that day and every day since who have fought to keep this country safe. And we will never forget.
G-d bless them and their families. And G-d bless the USA. 🇺🇸🇺🇸