As I wrote that date, my mind flashed back over the last 11 years. As the twin towers were falling from the sky, my family was moving to a new state. That seems insignificant in comparison, but, looking back, it reminds me how much God has given me. My amazing friends in Ithaca, my church family there, all the blessings God has poured out on me. So what does 9/11 mean to me? It is a hard reminder to thank God for each and every day, and to not forget.
What do I love today? My God, my country, and my home.
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