I always dread this date on the calendar for so many reasons. Mainly being that I can still feel the sorrow and the ache that I felt that day, looking down at my 6 month old baby and knowing this was the world I had just brought him into.

I can’t help but reflect on the way our nation came together 13 years ago. It wasn’t perfect, but it was as close to patriotism as we’ve been in many years.

Fast forward 13 years and our country is in turmoil except this time, we’re our own worst enemy. There are people in this country that don’t blink an eye when we go to war in another country but refuse to acknowledge the multiple wars going on right under their noses.

The war on women.

The war on refugees.

The war going on in the streets of Missouri right now; the war between the races.

Ultimately, its all a battle of what is right and what is wrong based on your definition of those two things.

I don’t think even sitting back and remembering how we felt as one the day we watched our country under attack will help people stop for one second and thinkĀ about the pain we’re inflicting on each other today.

I’m saddened by the thought that we’ve really learned nothing.


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