Remebering How I was Changed

It is not about remembering where we were, it is about remembering how we changed. It has been fourteen years since this nation learned how vulnerable we are, and how much people with a sincere hate for our freedom, for our country, and for our God could do something so catastrophic. It shook us to our core, individually and collectively.

The amazing thing is, it did not stop us. We may have learned how vulnerable we are that one day, but in the days, weeks, and months that followed we became very aware of how strong we are. It created a ripple effect, it wrenched at people’s humanity.

I read a quote in a book over the summer that resonated, “Those who are not willing to bleed and die for what they hold most dear will always be held hostage by those who are.” In the hours that followed the attack I watched in shock as firefighters, policemen, EMT’s and everyone else pulled people from the rubble of the fallen towers. I was inspired by the people on Flight 93, who would not go down without a fight, saving God knows how many lives in the process. I was floored with the people that would enlist, knowing full well we were headed for war.

I was 12 years old on September 11, 2001 and it was then I learned what made America so great.

It wasn’t our economic standing in the world. It wasn’t our ammunition, artillery, or firepower. It wasn’t even our politics or our government. What makes America great is We the People. And I choose to believe that when our backs are put up against the wall we will fight for our neighbors, our country, and our freedom. I am blessed to live in a place where I do not have to fear terrorism daily, because of the men and women who by will and determination fight to keep us secure. I am so incredibly proud of the heroes I have had the pleasure of knowing, the ones that gave the ultimate sacrifice. And because of the events that transpired after 9/11, without a doubt, I am proud to be an American.

In honor of Christian Pike and Chris Lapka

and my brother, John Wittman, who by God’s grace was able to return home to us.

Thank you to all my military friends, know that your sacrifice does not go unappreciated.

With Love,

Kallie