sept 11, 2001. i remember that day. i was a freshman in high school and i was in my spanish 3 class. the principal came on-air and made the announcement about the devastating news. i came home after school and turned on the tv and every channel replayed the same scene over and over again -- the two planes crashing into the twin towers, one right after the other. my friend called me that day and we were hysterical. "oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" that lasted for a good 30-35 minutes. we chattered about how this day would be a historical event, and that we couldn't believe we were alive to witness this. i remember my mom coming home from work around 6pm as she normally did. i kept jumping up and down, not really knowing what was going on in the world and how this cruel calamity came about.
fast forward 10 years. and today marks the death of the man who was the mastermind of 9/11. this is to you, the families of the dead, the soldiers who bravely fought and sought after him. after 10 years, justice has been done.
"Here is my servant, whom I uphold,
my chosen one in whom I delight;
I will put my Spirit on him
and he will bring justice to the nations.
He will not shout or cry out,
or raise his voice in the streets.
A bruised reed he will not break,
and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out.
In faithfulness he will bring forth justice;"
-- Isaiah 42:1-3
