09/11/2026
25 years ago today, I was a sophomore in high school. I can still remember the confusion, the fear, and watching something unfold that, at that age, I couldn’t fully comprehend.
September 11, 2001 became one of those days that divided life into a “before” and an “after.”
Today, 25 years later, I remember the 2,977 lives that were taken far too soon. I remember the firefighters, police officers, first responders, service members, and ordinary people who ran toward danger to help complete strangers. I remember the families whose lives were forever changed.
And I remember how, in the days that followed, our country came together. We mourned together. We prayed together. We helped one another. For a moment, differences seemed smaller and being there for each other mattered more.
A quarter of a century has passed, and an entire generation has grown up knowing 9/11 only through history books, photographs, and the stories we tell them. That makes remembering and teaching them why we remember even more important.
Today we honor those we lost, those who survived, those who responded, and those who carried the weight of that day long after the smoke cleared.
September 11, 2001. 🇺🇸
25 years later, we still remember.
Never forget. #911
