Most of us remember exactly where we were and what we were doing at the moment of certain defining events in our shared history. The day JFK was assassinated. Or John Lennon was killed. Or the morning 14 years ago when two planes intentionally crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City.

I was driving to work. When I arrived, I saw on the faces of my coworkers the same look I imagined I was wearing. I don’t remember much about the workday after that. Somehow we all got through it. Together.

But I – we – will never forget that day. Or where we were when we heard. Or about all the people who worked at WTC and all the people who charged into those doomed buildings.

Today — above all days — we remember. We think about all those who were lost. We honor the brave first responders. And we salute the American spirit of strength and perseverance that saw us through it all.

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