Junk Food Nation, it’s 9/11.  Those who have read my blog for the past three years know that I was living in New York City on 9/11.  If you’re new to my blog, I’d like to share my story of that day with you.  You can read it here.  Today, we take a break in reviewing Do Us A Flavour chips and talking about football.

As I said three years ago, my story is “…rather long, so if you’re not interested, totally cool … But if you’d like to learn a little more about your friendly neighborhood Junk Food Guy, read on.”

It baffles my mind to think that 9/11 was 13 years ago. I woke up this morning and just stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling, pondering the passing time. An entire childhood passes in thirteen years. God, it was such an awful day with lasting repercussions. That single day shook the lives of all Americans and altered the paths of millions around the world – people joining the military that might never have before, contacting loved ones, etc.

We all remember where we were that day…I was just a scared kid in New York City armed only with a clock radio:

My clock radio, that I still own to this day.

My story did not end in tragedy, and in no way do I even try to pretend that I suffered at all compared to people who had genuine loss and grief in their lives.  No, just consider my three-years-ago post a small side story about how 9/11 affected me in a really random (but to me, significant) way.

I wake each year with a heavy heart thinking of all who perished that day.  I cannot stop thinking about the bravery and sacrifice of the men and women who served on that day and for many days after. We honor them by never forgetting, and always moving forward.

Sincerely,

Junk Food Guy