By Maria Ferrer
I remember hearing the news from a train conductor as I was riding in to work.
I remember coming out of the train station to find an empty coffee kiosk and people gathered at the corner.
I remember the anger that someone would dare bomb us again.
I remember the pride in knowing the towers were hit but hadn’t fallen.
I remember the black cloud of dust roaring in anger across the sky as first one and then the second tower fell.
I remember the shock, the pain, the fear, the debris, the soot and the long walk home through darkness.
I remember the phone calls from family and friends anxious to know my status.
I remember my own calls to family and friends eager to know theirs.
I remember the lost.
I remember the heroes.
I remember the search posters that papered everything and everywhere.
I remember the roll call.
I remember the two beams of light soaring into the skies on the anniversary.
I remember that I’m proud to be an American.
I remember that there are still men and women fighting for our freedom.
I remember to thank God that I am here and my loved ones are safe.
I remember that I must live each moment as it were my last.