Six years ago you changed my life. I was scheduled to be there in the atrium when the 1st plane hit the WTC. Like the others, I have that story, that wonder of why I was lucky and so many others weren't.
Still, you changed my life.
I was working toward a life of mediocrity, loneliness and insignificance. I was doing nothing to make the world a better place. I was part of the problem. But in the days and months after your attack on my country, I woke up.
It has not been easy to change and I'm sure I'm not finished. But I left that life that was killing me and created a new one. I held onto the hope that if I made better choices and took responsibility for my actions that I would become the person I wanted to be.
It worked.
This is what you accomplished that day. You may have taken the lives of people we love, but you created a generation of people who are stronger, smarter and more passionate about accomplishing their dreams. People like me whose mind is set to bring compassion, peace and hope to every generation after.
Sometimes I want to ask you - How does it feel to know that you strengthened the very people you believed were so weak?
