I remember all the kids in high school who would get balloons and flowers on their birthdays. Walking into freshman history class, I remember feeling sorry for the girl who was moping in the corner because her birthday would now and forever be linked with the most tragic day in the history of our generation.
My birthday is on Sept. 13, two days after the event, and I remember it being very surreal those first couple of years, thinking that after such a life-impacting incident I would want to focus all the attention on myself. I think I actually cried the first year because I was so emotionally torn about whether to cancel my birthday party to pay respect for those who suffered so greatly.
No one in any of my classes today said anything about it being the 7th anniversary, and I think that we've become so used to the idea of "Patriot's Day" as just another mark on the calender. I can only wonder what it's like for all those who lost their loved ones in the Twin Towers and on those doomed planes.
Where is our sense of American unity and patriotism? Where's the moment of silence to honor the fallen? I can only hope that each Sept. 11 brings us closer as citizens of a united country than drives us deeper into the role as victims of terrorism
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