September 11, 2001 is one of those days where we will never forget what we were doing when we heard the heart wrenching news. I was in religion class in Washington, DC. A sophomore with absolute innocence related to terrorism, unable to grasp the thought that this was a deliberate attack. Watching the smoke across the river from Georgetown and hearing rumors that the capital and white house had been hit was quite surreal.

Looking back on that day, I could not in my wildest dreams have imagined that I would be in manhattan ten years later. A city hit so much harder than DC. Hearing my colleagues and friends' accounts of that day in NYC is almost numbing.

It's strange how life evolves. I have a different outlook, priorities, joys and people in my life. On this day I'm working, going about my duties but at times remembering that morning.

Here is a post from my sophomore year religion teacher's facebook wall today,
"As I remember the heroes of 9/11, I as always, on the anniversary think of those I was with that morning, my Visi girls, all who were at GV but in a special way the students in my class. We helped each other through our fear and grief on 9/11 and the days that followed with prayer and discussion. We talked about how the world would be different because of that day. I hope wherever you are, you are doing well and are helping to make the nation and the world a better place. God Bless You!"
Thanks Fr. Mike, I couldn't have said it better.