We all remember 9/11 in our own way. I remember the events of that day every time I step onto an airplane. Of the many undesirable things that have come with this assignment, frequent air travel is one of them that I like the least.
I don't mind an occassional flight, but when you are flying transatlantic every three weeks, you become very aware of your vulnerability to such events. No matter how often I tell myself that it is an unlikely of an event it is, I still say a prayer when the plane takes off and another one when its landing. Truly it isn't the risk of the event that I fear, but rather the severity of the consequences; the fear that I'd never see my family again.
So on this day of rememberance, I don't pray for the victims, but for the families of the victims. Nine years ago today, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, sons, daughters, wives, and husbands were all lost to their families in the tragedy. May God bless them and ease their pain.
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