When 9/11 happened, I had just started my first "real" job as a bank teller. I was eighteen and had never heard of the twin towers. The situation seemed distant to me, unreal. It wasn't until later that the reality slammed into me.
Today while driving my four year old to Pre-K, I heard a Nickelback song with recordings from that day. I started crying, which is kind of weird for me. But hearing the fear in voices made this tragedy so much clearer.
Because of evil choices, thousands of lives were affected. This freedom of choice seems to be both our greatest blessing and our greatest curse.
Eight years ago men chose evil. Let us remember the consequences of their public hatred. Let us remember and choose to do good.
Let us choose to love.