I Remember

I cannot remember September 10, 2001, but I always remember September 11, 2001.  I remember being so confused and certain that the events being reported we surely a miscommunication.  There was no way that they could be true!  Could they?  I can remember every TV in our high school being on.  I can remember watching the buildings fall.  I can remember coming home and watching my parents in front of the TV.  I can remember seeing my mom's eyes fill with tears.  I can remember the surreal feeling that last days/weeks/months that followed that day. Last night, Stephen and I were in bed watching TV.  After our silly program was completed, I had the unusual urge to turn to the local news station.  I saw at the bottom of the screen there was a News Alert…  I read it, but felt sure I was mistaken.  I asked Stephen, "Are you seeing this?"  It took us both a minute to process.  Then we both shot up, and cranked up the volume.  After 10 years, the man who proudly took responsibility for the attacks on September 11, 2001 had been found and killed.  For years he had eluded servicemen/women.  He was a needle in a haystack the size of the planet.  He made videos from caves occasionally, but I honestly felt he would never be tracked down.  I had no faith this sick man would ever be found, much less killed. I have many opinions on the way this information has been made public and the responses it has drawn from the populations.  I'm not going to go into that on this blog, but I will say that I am very grateful that Osama Bin Laden is no longer alive.  I am thankful for the men/women that serve in our military and make tremendous sacrifices for us all.  I am hopeful that this sends a clear message to the terrorists and mass murderers out there.  The United States may not find you today, tomorrow, next month, or even this year – but know that justice will find you eventually.  It always does.