I was in the US on vacation the day the attack happened. We had one more day to stay before heading back home and you can imagine the shock when we woke up to the news that America was under attack. It was a day that changed the whole world with its effects still being felt even till today.
Today, I heard a story about a man who lost 658 employees (including his brother) in one day. His company employed a lot of special needs people and most of them died in the attack. He went to drop his son off at school that was how he missed being at work.
There are other stories, so many others. Every story is touching; every story strikes a chord and makes you think: of life, how we do not know what the next minute holds and how we need to live each day to the fullest; of loved ones, how we need to cherish them; of delays, how they're sometimes a blessing, and of God, how He is an anchor to hold on to every day of our lives.
I don't think we'll ever forget. Not just about the people lost in this attack but also of those unsung lost in other senseless acts of terror.
When we remember, we need to say a prayer or two: for the families of those lost in this attack, a prayer of thanks for healing and for life; and for strength, peace and love.