Remembering 9-11, 19 years later

On Sept. 11, 2001, I got a call about what was happening and realized that my father was working at the Pentagon.

After 4 of the worst hours of my life I heard from him — he was clear on the other side of the building, far from where the plane hit.

It set me eventually on the road to know what is important. I think sometimes we forget. Life is too short to let hate take over. To let fear take over.

Also, I’m gonna call my dad today and tell him I love him.