9-11 Cross in the Rubble
10 years ago, I went to New York City. I saw the remains of what had been the two world trade towers. And as tears filled my eyes, walking through, I stopped, and gazing again into the rubble, I saw a cross. The only thing left standing from the buildings were these two beams, in a cross shape. That moment hadn't really made sense until today, 11 years later. 9-11 has always been a hard day for me, just remembering the pain I saw in others faces, my first experience of seeing death, people falling from buildings- all of that had a huge impact on my life. Today though, I don't feel like mourning. Today I am grateful. I am grateful that the seed of wanting to stop terrorism was planted in me. Without that moment, I would of never thought to go into the Intelligence field. I am grateful for the men and women who sacrifice their lives to give America back her freedom and safety everyday. In the midst of 9-11 we remember those emotions we felt that day: panic, fear, hatred. But tod...