Today we remember the friends and family who never came home, and the heroes who tirelessly, selflessly gave their time and love to help a city in need.
We should also take a moment to remember how close we all became.
Do you remember the pride in seeing our flag among the dust, standing boldly with the men and women whose names we never heard, flying in defiance against those who tried to tear us down?
Do you remember the strangers who became family as hands were outstretched to pick up the pieces of our country?
Do you remember the love, the closeness, the incredible PRIDE we shared when we should have been broken?
What happened to us? Why does it take a tragedy to being us together? Smile at that quiet stranger on the subway. Bring the widow on your street a meal and a good laugh. Thank a vet. Hug your kids. Call your mom. Remember the people you pass on the street are people too. It only takes a moment, and it's free.
Making America great again has less to do with who leads this country than with the people who fill the cities, small towns and offices. It's up to us to make it great, by remembering the lessons we learned 15 years ago and loving each other for no better reason than because we are Americans.