On this tenth anniversary of the day our world changed, Band Back Together remembers the sacrifices so many made on September 11, 2001.
We celebrate the spirit that the American people possess that allowed us to learn and grow from this national tragedy.
Our thoughts and prayers are with those who lost loved ones and those who continue to give of themselves protecting our country from those who want to cause harm to our people.
If you want to share your memories of 9/11 or how it's changed you, we will be taking submissions all month. Submit them as you normally would.
Today we Band Together to remember 9/11.
I wasn't sure if what I was seeing was actually happening. I'd been up all night every night for the previous two weeks with my newborn who had decided, apparently, that sleep was bullshit, and really, so was everything about living outside the womb. Couldn't really blame him there.
I rubbed my eyes, attempting to refocus them on the television, where it appeared that a plane had crashed into the Twin Towers. Certainly that couldn't be the case. Certainly we weren't under attack. Certainly there couldn't be a plane actually crashing into one of the tallest buildings in the country.
I sat there, in front of the television, dazed from lack of sleep, my eyes disbelieving. It wasn't until the news channels began to show people jumping from impossibly high heights, the newscasters openly weeping, that it dawned on me that this wasn't a particularly gruesome television show or movie. No. This was happening.
I didn't realize the tears were pouring from my eyes until they pattered down gently onto my sleeping newborn, waking him from his much-needed sleep.
For the first time in my very unplanned pregnancy, I felt guilty for having him. I'd just welcomed a child into the world. But what sort of world was this?
The phone rang off the hook. Chicago, another mecca for finance, was being evacuated as the fear of additional attacks on the Sears Tower or John Hancock building loomed large. That's when the reality sunk in. Nothing would be the same again. No longer would we hear the zooming of an airplane overhead and smile, knowing that someone else was off on an adventure. No longer could I feel secure about my son's future, when the future itself seemed so very unsure.
September 11, 2001.
The day it all changed.
The day when life became infinitely more precious.