Nine years ago seems just like yesterday.
I still remember working at the pediatrician's office when I heard the news, "A plane flew into the world trade center."
Some 450 miles away, a man I did not yet know, had just finished a 12 hour shift in the coal mines.
Watching the morning news, before going to bed, he saw the events in NYC unfold before his very eyes. He couldn't believe the horror he was witnessing.
After making a few phone calls, his firefighter instinct kicked in and he headed for his truck to make the fateful nine and a half hour, 550 mile long trip to NYC. Help was needed.
Six weeks later, after taking part in one of our country's most tragic events he finally returned home.
Six weeks of rummaging through countless tons of debris to find survivors. Sifting through the clutter only to find body parts burried in ash, twisted metal and concrete and somewhere in the midst, the mangled remains of a child.
Nine years later and he still can barely speak of the chaos and carnage he saw.
Today he proudly wears his 9/11 tattoo. His eyes still tear up every year when the videos are aired.
Every year he observes those moments of silence dedicated to those who lost their lives in the 9/11 terrorists attacks.
I have the privilege of knowing this man, this firefighter, this hero whose heart still bleeds for his country. I proudly call him mine.
If you have a 9/11 hero, like my boyfriend, tell them thank you. Many of them feel they have been forgotten because people no longer care.
Today, say thank you!