Have we become so foolish as to forget this quickly?

I think we all know what I'm talking about. I am completely disappointed in the way we have acted today. Forgotten, it's all been forgotten. Do you not remember 9/11? Is that your excuse? Did you even realize that today was the eleventh anniversary of that tragic attack that tried to bring our country down? Ten years? That was enough of our pride and our unity. Ten years that's all we needed to come together and remember. Ten years is up we are at the eleven year mark and so it doesn't affect us anymore? Is that how we view this? When we have children will they even begin to understand the devastation that came with that horrible and gloomy day? We were there. We were all there. Whether we were in the buildings, in the plane, on the street, at school, out for breakfast, at work, at home just waking up, wherever we were, we were there. We all saw the videos. We all cried. We all prayed. We all felt sympathy for those who were affected directly. In the end we were all affected. Is that why we are choosing to slowly care less? Because its to sad for us to handle? Is that what it is? That's pathetic if it's your excuse. Pathetic. People died. People became heroes and died saving those who could not save themselves. People from the street ran to save those inside. People inside ran to jump out because falling six hundred feet was better than being trapped in a burning building. America was helpless. Where did we turn to? After all we were always the country who helped other countries. Things like that didn't happen in America. This was new, so what do we do. Me and my classmates LOST a part of our childhood that day. Do you not understand that? As all children are, we were oblivious to war and people hating other people. We were innocent. That day though, we witnessed hate. Hate. Pure hate. We lost our security blankets. We had always thought nothing like that could happen, then we watched it happen. How were we supposed to stay the innocent children we were when we watched men drive planes into buildings to kill the people
Inside. All so they could send a message. How were we supposed to feel safe after that? I don't think we have ever gained that back fully. When our parents came to wake us up and they were crying. Some of us had never seen their parents cry. Not like that anyway. I remember tying my shoes when I watched the second plane crash into the building. I didn't know what to think. I tried to convince myself it wasn't real. What were the teachers supposed to say to us? How do you explain that to a child?! And here we are eleven years latter and it's just a day that marks something that was important. No. I'm ashamed that we have lost our love that quickly. In my class today, a boy said "today's depressing, I woke up late, forgot to do my homework, it's raining, and I didn't get to eat any breakfast." he apparently forgot. Did people forget how children kissed their daddy goodbye and never had the chance to say hello? Or that spouses said "I love you, have a nice day." and never got to ask them how their day was? Did we forget? I hope that I never become so foolish as to not care, or pretend it didn't happen. I hope I have the courage to tell my children stories about the heroes that day. I hope our country doesn't forget and make it another forgotten thing. It will always affect us, and the future generations.
I hope we always remember the day that all of us took part in. 9/11.

Future Husband????

Okay I know this seems really weird and awkward and whatever you're thinking, especially cause I was going to write about the other way of pleasing others... sorry. I promise I'll get to it. So this is something I've been thinking about a lot lately, and I have been debating about writing about it until today when I saw this quote "Pray for your future husband everyday because you never know what trial, temptation, or struggle he is facing." Holy cow! That put it straight into perspective. I mean really think about it, my future husband isn't just a part of  my imagination, (although I'm only dreaming about him now.) He is really truly out in the world somewhere! Knowing that he's going through a lot of the same things I am, and that he is being just as patient as I am, and that he is fighting off worldly things for me, just as I am for him makes me feel better. I know that he is out there thinking about his future, and how it will involve me! That's so comforting. Although I may or may not know him, we still have each others back. At least I have his! I do pray for him, I don't know him but that doesn't matter because he needs blessings just like I do. I stay worthy for him and I know he is staying worthy for me, because I will not lower myself for someone who is not worthy. It wont happen. So he may be doing it not realizing that he's doing it for me, but that is a part of the reason why he is out there somewhere being a worthy priesthood holder, so that we can get married in the temple, and have eternity! Isn't that so special! I don't know. I feel like I'm talking about nothing. I guess I'm just trying to say that it feels good to know that me trying so hard to stay worthy isn't for nothing, it's for him, because one day he will be my world. The fact that he will be my world is great to, because the way I act now can control my future world with him. Fact of the matter, even if you feel weird doing it don't be afraid to pray for your future husband or wife, because they probably need it just as much as you do. After all we are all just humans.