1817_1346435123 Picture by Libby Atwater Books. 


Today is the sixteenth anniversary of that awful day in America, where the planes hit the towers and the pentagon. If you’re old enough to remember that day, I’m sure you can recall specifically where you were when you heard/saw the news. I was listening to the radio in the bathroom while getting ready for work. In disbelief, the DJ’s announced that a plane had hit one of the towers. I flew down two flights of stairs to the large television in our basement.

I arrived in time to see the second plane hit the second tower. I stood there in shock, crying. After a few minutes of watching the news, I returned to the bathroom, hastily finished getting ready and headed to work. By the time I arrived, the pentagon had been attacked. The rest of the day was a blur of calling our partners in New York, trying to figure out what to do with the trades. (I worked in Finance and managed a team who was responsible for placing the cumulative mutual fund trades for the firm.) Eventually, they closed the stock market.

While, I wasn’t personally affected, it still changed the way I thought about my world. It shaped my views and brought to the surface the ugly truth of how American’s viewed Muslims. (My husband was Muslim when I met him and seeing this broke our hearts.)  It also brought about good. People helping others. A renewed belief in God. Kindness to strangers.

Today, I choose to remember the good that prevailed during that awful time as a tribute to the survivors and the loved ones of the fallen.