9/11/01

Every year on Sept. 11, people ask me where I was when the world changed. It happened at a point in my life when I was so depressed that nothing else registered. I had just turned 21 one month earlier, I was unsure of where my life was headed, I was missing friends, etc. It was not a happy time. I do remember turning on the television and listening to the live coverage, but I wasn’t really paying attention; it was just background noise as I was too busy getting ready to feed the cows that morning. But as days turned into weeks, I was slowly brought back to reality. In the 14 years since, I don’t believe we’re any safer now than were on Sept. 10 of that year. I do believe we’re less free. I believe we’ve ignored the wisdom of Benjamin Franklin and have traded our liberties to purchase a little temporary safety.

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