Ten years ago today was picture day at my high school. Despite everything else that happened on September 11, 2001, we all still gathered in the Auxiliary Gym to take our annual year book photos. Business as usual, except for the tone that overtook the entire day.
In every class we sat glued to CNN waiting for updates. No one really knew what was going on, but even if we did there was little we could do from Oregon but sit, watch, and shake our heads in anger, frustration, and fear.
It was those three emotions, though, that brought out the worst in me. That day, a part of my character that, even a short 5 years later, I’ve reflected upon with shame. [Read more...]
