Twenty-five years after 9/11, officials, families and former presidents will gather to honor those killed in the attacks.
Moments of silence will also recognize people who have died from related illnesses.
Nearly 160,000 people are registered with the World Trade Center Health Program, and about 9,000 deaths have been linked to 9/11-related illnesses, including cancer caused by toxic dust.
Today, we remember 9/11 with heavy hearts, honoring those we lost and the heroes who answered the call with extraordinary courage.
We stand united in remembrance, reflecting on the strength, resilience, compassion, and spirit that brought us together in the face of tragedy.
May we always remember. May we never forget.🇺🇸💔🥲
#911Remembrance #25YearsAgoToday
Twenty-five years later, we remember 9/11 through the words of then Archbishop of New York Cardinal Edward Egan, who recalls the aftermath and the interfaith “Prayer for America” at Yankee Stadium. https://t.co/2uSj04W36x
Charlie Kirk died with a microphone in his hand—not a gun, a knife, or a grenade, but an instrument of communication. When we stop believing in the dignity of the human person, violence takes its place. A year later, that is still the wound. May he rest in peace.
On 9/11, people from across the Middle East celebrated in the streets as our fellow citizens were being murdered.
We let those people come to America and now, a generation later, they’re running for office on the most radical, anti-American agenda ever.
There’s no other choice: we have to back the USA over the DSA.
Charlie Kirk had a unique gift for articulating the good — the goodness of family, faith, and America.
One year ago today, he was killed for it.
We’ll honor his legacy by building great things and holding to account the enemies of civilization.
My mother, who passed away seven years ago, left me the precious gifts of our Catholic faith, love for God, and devotion to prayer. Her faith and love continue to guide me, strengthen me, and shape my spiritual journey each day.
My father, who passed away 32 years ago, had a special devotion to St. Joseph, his beloved favorite saint. ❤️ His love and devotion remain a beautiful part of my faith and continue to inspire me to trust in God and follow Him with a faithful heart.
I am deeply grateful for the faith, love, prayers, and spiritual legacy my parents passed on to me. Their example continues to shape who I am and draw me closer to God. Though they are no longer here, their love and faith live on in my heart and in the way I live my life. Until we meet again in Heaven, I will carry their memory, their devotion, and their love with me always. ✝️🕊️🙏🏻
#JesusChrist #StJoseph #BlessedMotherMary
This young lady is such an inspiration 🇺🇸🙏🇺🇸 God continue to bless her.
🚨INCREDIBLE: On September 11, 2001, about 140 infants and toddlers were inside the Pentagon’s Child Development Center when American Airlines Flight 77 hit the building.
Hanna Born was one of them. She was 3.
She remembers the dance ribbons. Then she remembers a hallway. Nothing in between.
Her baby sister Heather was there too — 4 months old.
Every child was evacuated. Not one was harmed.
Their mother, then a lieutenant colonel (later Brigadier General Dana Born), was at Joint Base Anacostia-Bolling and had no idea what was happening until it was over. Their father raced through gridlocked traffic to find them.
A few days later he took Hanna back — not to scare her, but so she could see recovery workers still digging, still showing up.
That daycare closed in 2004. The memory did not.
Hanna graduated from the Air Force Academy. Today she is a Captain and TH-1H Huey instructor pilot at Fort Rucker, training the next generation of Army helicopter pilots.
On September 11, 2025 she started running.
2,977 miles. One for every person murdered that day.
She averages just over 8 miles a day. With every mile she says a name out loud.
She once heard that people die twice: once when they stop breathing, and again the last time someone says their name.
Her goal is simple. Make sure that second death never happens.
She finishes the last mile on September 11, 2026 — exactly 25 years after she was carried out of a hallway she barely remembers.
2,977 miles.
2,977 names.
One woman who was too young to understand what happened to her, now old enough to make sure no one else forgets.
Never Forget.
Family, I’m proud to announce that this October, I’ll embark on my 22nd 50-State Mowing Tour in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month! This tour will be dedicated to my aunt who was recently diagnosed with BC. Since beginning these tours in 2017, I’ve driven across the lower 48 states and flown to Alaska and Hawaii, using lawn care to serve others and bring attention to important causes.if you can remember , last year I did veterans .
I’m searching for people in every state who are currently battling breast cancer, survivors who are in remission, or families who have sadly lost a loved one to the disease. At each stop, I’ll mow your lawn, then conduct a short interview to share your story, raise awareness, and encourage conversations about early detection. If you’ve been following me in recent years, you know these tours are really aggressive time wise.
please share this with anyone in the breast cancer community who may be interested.
Sign up here: https://t.co/MKBZ6V6b45 . Some states are confirmed already . I’ll pick 1 or 2 in ways state . I did a BC in 2019 too.
At the end of the tour, I’ll auction off this customized lawnmower and donate 100% of the proceeds to a breast cancer charity.  I will have it with me on tour, but will not use it to preserve it for the winner of the auction. If you know of a deserving organization that should be considered, please let me know. Together, we can honor those we’ve lost, support those still fighting, and celebrate the survivors. 🎀 #BreastCancerAwareness #50StateMowingTour #MowingForACause
🇺🇸 The Little Chapel That Stood
The day after the towers fell, a priest named Lyndon Harris walked down Broadway toward St. Paul’s Chapel. He had already decided it was gone. When he saw the spire, he wept.
He opened the door. Ash on the floor. The chandeliers still up. Not one window broken.
A sycamore in the northwest corner of the churchyard had caught debris, including a steel beam from the North Tower. The tree was damaged. The chapel was not.
Workers off the pile started using the porch to sit down and wash. On September 15 the Seamen’s Church Institute showed up with food and lit a grill on the sidewalk.
After that the doors stayed open. For nine months.
Cots in the pews. Eighty asleep at a time, helmets for pillows. Boots and belts marked the wood. Podiatrists set up in George Washington’s pew, the one he used after the inauguration in 1789. Massage tables in the aisle. Musicians played seven hundred times for whoever happened to be in the room.
Half a million meals were served before they closed the doors. Socks, boots, eye drops, cigarettes. Schoolchildren’s letters on the walls. The iron fence outside vanished under photographs, unit patches, teddy bears, and names.
They shut the relief operation down in early June 2002. They still ring the Bell of Hope every September 11.
St. Paul’s went up in 1766. It lived through the fire that burned Trinity in 1776. Oldest public building still in use in the city.
From Karl Streed -
I BET YOU DIDN'Y KNOW ABOUT THIS: AFTER FLIGHT 77 HIT THE PENTAGON ON 9/11, THE FOLLOWING HAPPENED.
A daycare facility inside the Pentagon had many children, including infants who were in heavy cribs. The daycare supervisor, looking at all the children they needed to evacuate, was in a panic over what they could do.
There were many children, mostly toddlers, as well as the infants who would need to be taken out with the cribs. There was no time to try to bundle them into carriers and strollers.
Just then a young Marine came running into the center and asked what they needed. After hearing what the center director was trying to do, he ran back out into the hallway and disappeared. The director thought, "Well, here we are, on our own."
About 2 minutes later, that Marine returned with 40 other Marines in tow.
Each of them grabbed a crib with a child, and the rest started gathering up toddlers.
The director and her staff then helped them take all the children out of the center and down toward the park near the Potomac .
Once they got about 3/4 of a mile outside the building, the Marines stopped in the park, and then did a fabulous thing - they formed a circle with the cribs, which were quite sturdy and heavy, like the covered wagons in the Old West.
Inside this circle of cribs, they put the toddlers, to keep them from wandering off.
Outside this circle were the 40 Marines, forming a perimeter around the children and waiting for instructions. There they remained until the parents could be notified and come get their children.
The chaplain then said, "I don't think any of us saw nor heard of this on any of the news stories of the day. It was an incredible story of our men there.” There wasn't a dry eye in the room.
The thought of those Marines and what they did and how fast they reacted; could we expect any less from them? It was one of the most touching stories from the Pentagon.
It's the military, not the politicians that ensures our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It's the military who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag.
If you care to offer the smallest token of recognition and appreciation for the military, please pass this on and pray for our men and women, who have served and are currently serving our country, and honor the memory of those who have given the ultimate sacrifice!
God Bless The USA!
Never forget!!!
Bishop Robert Barron reaches millions through Catholic media and social media. Like Archbishop Fulton Sheen, he also makes a daily Holy Hour before the Blessed Sacrament.
Behind the millions reached is an hour spent alone with Jesus in the Eucharist.
Tom Burnett, a devout Catholic and daily Mass-goer, was one of the passengers on United Flight 93 who fought back against the 9/11 hijackers, preventing them from reaching their intended target in Washington, D.C. He kept busts of Jefferson, Lincoln, Theodore Roosevelt, and Winston Churchill in his office.
Today, there should have been 28 candles on Dana Falkenberg’s birthday cake.
Instead, there is a white rose beside her name at the 9/11 Memorial. 🤍
Dana was just three years old on September 11, 2001.
She was a little girl who loved dressing like a princess and sleeping beside her favorite stuffed lamb, Lambie. Her life revolved around the things a three-year-old’s life should revolve around—her family, her sister Zoe, toys, imagination and being loved.
That morning, Dana boarded American Airlines Flight 77 with her parents, Charles Falkenberg and Leslie Whittington, and her older sister, Zoe.
They were beginning a family journey that was supposed to eventually take them to Australia.
Dana probably couldn't have understood how far away Australia was. She only knew she was going somewhere with Mommy, Daddy and her big sister.
They never arrived.
Flight 77 was hijacked and crashed into the Pentagon.
Dana was three years old when she was murdered on 9/11.
And sometimes that number—three—says more than anything else possibly could.
She never walked into kindergarten carrying a backpack.
Never learned to drive.
Never graduated from high school.
Never celebrated her Sweet 16.
Never turned 21.
And today, she never got to turn 28.
We don't know what Dana would have looked like as a grown woman, what career she might have chosen, whom she might have loved, or what dreams she would have chased.
Terrorism stole the answers to all of those questions.
But it did not steal her name.
Today, a white rose reminds everyone who passes that memorial that Dana Falkenberg was more than the youngest passenger aboard Flight 77.
She was somebody's little girl.
Somebody's baby sister.
A princess-loving three-year-old with a stuffed lamb beside her at night and an entire lifetime waiting in front of her.
Happy heavenly 28th birthday, Dana. 🎂🤍🕊️
You deserved 28 candles today.
You deserved every single year between three and twenty-eight.
Twenty-five years later, America still remembers your name.
Dana Falkenberg.
Forever three.
Forever part of our history.
Forever remembered. 🇺🇸💔
After the 9/11 attacks, hundreds of search‑and‑rescue dogs were deployed to Ground Zero alongside human first responders. These dogs were highly trained to locate survivors in disaster zones, and many had spent years practicing scenarios where their searches ended in successful “finds.”
But at Ground Zero, the reality was devastating: day after day, the dogs found only deceased victims. Their handlers began noticing troubling changes, dogs growing visibly sad, confused, and even reluctant to continue searching. For animals conditioned to believe every search should end in saving someone, the constant absence of survivors felt like failure.
Handlers quickly realized the emotional toll was becoming dangerous. Rescue dogs rely heavily on morale, praise, and a sense of accomplishment to stay motivated and focused. Without those positive outcomes, some dogs began showing signs of depression: lowered tails, reduced appetite, and decreased enthusiasm for work. To protect their mental well‑being, handlers started staging mock rescues.
They would hide fellow rescuers in accessible spots so the dogs could “find” a living person, receive praise, and regain confidence. These staged successes weren’t just kindness—they were essential to keeping the dogs effective in an environment filled with trauma.
This practice became a quiet but powerful example of the bond between handlers and their dogs. Even in one of the darkest moments in modern history, rescuers recognized that emotional care mattered, not just for humans, but for the animals who worked beside them. The staged finds helped maintain morale, restored the dogs’ sense of purpose, and allowed them to continue contributing to the recovery effort.
One of the most remembered dogs at Ground Zero was Bretagne, a golden retriever from Texas who worked tirelessly through smoke, twisted steel, and unstable debris. Her handler later recalled how Bretagne would gently nudge exhausted firefighters, offering comfort before returning to the rubble to search again.
She wasn’t just looking for survivors, she became a source of emotional support for the human crews, sensing when someone needed a moment of connection. Years later, when Bretagne returned to New York for her 16th birthday, firefighters lined the street to salute her, honoring not just her work but the quiet compassion she brought to one of the darkest sites in American history.
#archaeohistories
We remember. On September 16, 2001, Cardinal Edward Egan presided over a memorial Mass at St. Patrick's Cathedral for the victims of the September 11 attacks. To watch his entire homily, visit https://t.co/UnrmKDHJSR.
Michele M. Heidenberger, 52, was the senior flight attendant on Flight 77, hijacked and crashed into the Pentagon on 9/11 by Islamic terrorists.
She'd been a flight attendant for American Airlines for 30 years and had recently been awarded for her service. She was survived by her husband, a pilot, two children and her extended family.
Heidenberger devoted a lot of time to St. Anne's Center for Children, Youth and Families, a Catholic run charity supporting young mothers and their children as well as mothers-to-be.
Her family followed her passion for volunteering at St. Anne's into various charity events to benefit the center, located in Hyattsville, Maryland (link in comments).
Michele Heidenberger was murdered on September 11, 2001 by Islamic terrorists Hani Hanjour, Khalid al-Mihdhar, Nawaf and Salem al-Hazmi and Majed Moqed along with 59 other innocent people aboard Flight 77.
A king. A prophecy. A child who will change the world.
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