I was in 8th grade on September 11, 2001. That day at school was so weird, the hallway was so quiet, people seemed to slam their lockers less. Nobody really understood what was happening. The news was on in every classroom, all day. I hadn't really "heard of" terrorism before, I didn't comprehend what was happening at all.
Then, something happened. People started to care, to pull together, to stand up for America. The thing is, we're really blessed to live in this country. Our forefathers believed in freedom, in liberty. I'm grateful for days like to day to remind us that we should care more. Patriotism is not simply about wearing red, white, and blue on the 4th of July or even saying the pledge of allegiance every day at school. Patriotism is about fighting for what is right and standing up for what you believe in. It's about independence and being endowed by our Creator with certain unalienable rights.
I'm grateful that God does bless America, that he continues to bless America. I'm grateful that we have the power to choose, to stand up for what we believe in, and to vote for someone who we think will represent us best. America is not perfect, but it is a blessed land. If we can remember that more than just today, I think we could be a little bit of that change this crazy world needs.
Today, I'm not mourning a loss, I'm remembering heroes. I'm taking this opportunity to start a new beginning. I'm going to be patriotic every day, not just today. I'm going to stand up for what is right, because so many great people fought and continue to fight for my freedom to do so.