Never Forget

Nine years on September 11, 2001, I was going to work from Aldergrove, British Columbia, Canada where I lived, to Abbotsford, BC where I worked. When I got into my car in the driveway of the Aldergrove house I was at, I heard news on the radio of planes crashing into each of the twin towers. I told the first person I meet at work about the news. He told me he had only heard about one plane hitting one tower.

For the next few months, things were eerie. But I took solace in the fact that the U.S. had the sympathy of most of the world. I reveled in the waving and bearing of the American flag.

But the world went back to its old ways, unfortunately. And now we have the pathetic O in the White House. And the lessons have seemed to have been forgotten.

But I can take solace in the decent people of the Tea Party movement. America always seems to find a way to rejuvenate itself.