It is hard to believe that our nation was attacked by crazy people just eight years ago. It seems like yesterday in so many ways, then again, I tried to shoved it away for time to pass faster. (That doesn't make sense.... anyway) I remember waking up that morning and I was like "Yeah I'm gonna get me some cereal!". (my only dilemma that morning was what kind I would choose) Walking down the hallway and into the living room without a care in the world, what I saw on the TV stopped me dead in my tracks. One of the towers had been hit. I looked at my Mom and all she said was "something very bad has happened". Suddenly my cereal crisis wasn't such a crisis anymore. Mom left the room and I sat there just watching. I remember feeling pretty bad because I was halfway across the Country and couldn't help with anything. I just sat there and watched as the other tower got hit, then the collapse. I went outside and sat there thinking, "What a bummer, what are we going to do next?" I know a whole lot of other people were probably thinking the exact same thing. Time to help and retaliate.

Our Nation was like "Heck to the no! We are not going to put up with this!". Millions of people did their part, whether it was joining the Military, helping families with loses or just saying a prayer. Whatever it was, whatever we did, we were angry, motivated, standing together, and ready to fight back. For the first year or two I thought about it all the time. Sure there were reminders all over the place, but deep down I was still sincerely bummed out. Documentaries came out, books were published, and men and women were getting killed everyday fighting back. Fast forward five or six years.

Men and women are still getting killed everyday while defending our country. Documentaries about 9/11 are still being made, and books are still being published, but not like they were. Don't get me wrong, I think it is amazing that the people of our nation can heal and stand tall again. (I don't want to live in a moping and downtrodden Country) All I'm trying to get past, is that without many reminders, I haven't thought about, or been grateful for the people who are sweating to death overseas, fighting to make sure that I feel safe on my own turf.

I have decided I am going to try and think about them more often and just be thankful, because I sure have been taking them for granted. If any of you readers is or have/know somebody that is in the service, Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart!