Who I Once Was- a 9/11 reflection

I was once a young girl, fresh out of high school, who was pretty sure how my life would turn out. I was once a young girl, following various dreams, sure of where they would take me. I was once a civilian, who had no dreams of an association with the military, who didn’t care a lick about about how long the war would take, how long the president would take to respond or how it would take it’s toll on our nation, because I was youthfully self absorbed in my own life. A few short months later, I was standing in Time Square while visiting a friend at college.  I was still very critical of those who honked their horns at the people holding signs on the street corner in support of patriotism… I knew what would happen.  Each day, those horn honks would be come fewer and fewer, Continue reading