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I can’t imagine how terrible the memories of today are to those who lost loved ones on 9/11. Memories of the day someone died are always filled with sadness, but it seems to me that these losses must be magnified a thousand times by the fact that, in many cases, bodies were never found. Plus, there must still be questions about where he died, how she died, did they know the moment was there? We’re haunted by pictures of people falling from the 80th floor. What if you thought someone you loved was one of those people?

The heroism of Flight 93 was brought up again by Mike Rowe in a response to someone asking about the Nike ad. I thought it was a perfect tribute. I couldn’t read it without being overwhelmed by the courage of those men. Their actions represented a selflessness I don’t know if I possess.

I can only imagine going to work one day and being killed at my job. Or taking a plane to my destination only for it to be used like a missile through some building. It’s unthinkable to me. The victims of 9/11 probably had the same thought running through their minds. “This can’t be happening.”

One of the things I recently read stated that we shouldn’t forget 9/11 because we’re living it every day. Every day is 9/11. In certain respects, I totally agree. Our country is under assault from several different fronts. Our way of life, our civilization is being challenged.

Perhaps we should remember the victims of 9/11 more often. While we’re at it we should probably think: there, but for the Grace of God, go I.

And us all.