There's an ancient legend about a bird called the phoenix. It is said that the phoenix could live for up to 1,000 years and would then ignite into flames. The first time I was in the middle of reading this story, I though it was terribly sad. But as it turned out, I simply didn't have the whole picture. You see, as I read on, I found that it was only through these flames, that hope- in the form of a beautiful, young phoenix- could be born.
Ten years ago today, our nation erupted into flames, in much the same way as that bird. The attacks that took place on September 11, 2001, represent one of the greatest tragedies that have ever taken place in the United States.
But where the terrorists would have had us tear apart, we came together. Where they would have had us lose all hope, we gained it in the face of terror. Yes, we were and still are devastated. Yes, months went by before my mom felt safe enough to even go to a mall. But, no, our nation was not destroyed by the horror of that day.
Because, at the end of the day, it's all in your perspective. God drew us all together in the aftermath of that calamity. While it would be impossible and downright wrong to make 9/11 into any less of a tragedy than it was, hope does arise from the ashes. And sometimes it is only through the flames that something beautiful can take form.
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