Living in Arizona, I wasn't there when it happened, but like everyone else, I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard.
Today has been especially emotional for me. I don't know if it's just because it's the 10th anniversary or what, but I'm awfully teary.
The first time I saw a plane fly after 9/11, I was driving home from work on the freeway right past the flight path for the airport and a plane flew right over my car. I burst into tears and cried all the way home. I've found today I'm looking at the sky a lot, searching out those planes, because when they're up in the sky, you know that means things are OK.
The biggest thing for me ten years ago was how much everyone realized that we're all in this together. That we all have hopes and dreams and wants, and we're all equally deserving of living a good life instead of being jerks to each other and living in our own bubbles. I think that feeling has long been gone and I want it back.
I'll just start with me and hope I can pass it on.