Twenty-four years later, the sky is still blue—but the memory still burns. From the Bronx, I watched the towers fall. I saw silence swallow a city that never sleeps. This isn’t just history. It’s a spiritual reckoning, a financial turning point, and a reminder of who we are when tested. Heroes rose. Faith endured. And from the ashes, a new kind of freedom was born. Read the full reflection on patriotism, sacrifice, and the soul of America.