ago today, I awoke to my roommate (and future brother in law), Erick knocking
on the door to my room. “Rowan, come
I just knew
something was wrong. My hope, as I
sleepily went downstairs, was that it wasn’t about Maya.
As I entered the living room, I could
only stand there frozen, staring at the television. Once I regained some sense of composure, I
just looked over at him and said, "This is when everything changes. Things will never be the same again."
eyes saw a loss of lives, my mind was racing through all the ways that we would
now lose our WAY of life.
have. No one now enjoys the sweet
naiveté that so many of us previously took for granted. We have learned to look at each other with a
surface level communion, but an underlying taint of suspect. (I know that I now visually interrogate every
other passenger when I fly.)
brought up so many of the same emotions that 9-11 did. The difference now, I believe, is that this
time we can truly bond without that ongoing fear that stained and strained so
much that still surrounds the New York
never forget the horror of September 11th, and how it has changed
our very culture. I struggle each day
with retaining some of my pre 9-11 innocence – with not letting the fear and
rabid anger integrate itself within my soul. For if I did…if I were to permit
distrust, anger, vengeance, and retribution to permeate my very self; then I
truly believe that I would lose my freedom. Freedom to love, dance, sing, and live life to its fullest. Then, the terrorists would have
triumphed. This I cannot allow.
So to all
of you I issue this challenge: Today while you remember, with heavy hearts, the
terrible assault that occurred four years ago, please take time to laugh…to
sing…to hug…to call up your loved ones to let them know you are thinking of
to actively participate in the pursuit of happiness.