A Hard Day to Remember

It is easy to pause when remembering that date. It is not easy to write about it. I am certain for those who were alive in 2001, 24 years ago, our memories are sealed about that day. New York’s twin towers collapsed and the Pentegon was hit from airplanes. As Americans, the collective innocence, held by many, died on that day, along with the 2,996 people. My children were 7 and 3. My school, had a strong contingency of children from Navy families. They stayed home that day and for many, even the week.

American life seemed to significantly change from that day forward. The assassinations of prominent politicians, human rights leaders and even group killings did not match the scope or size of the 9/11 attacks. Our once held, non-verbalized American myth, “I am just a normal kind person” was shattered. Now, everyone saw that “a normal person” could be killed just like a “prominent person” could be killed.

Depression knocks at my door even as I write the above. So, where do I, and we, go from all that? We start by being the hope that knocks on someone else’s door. We say please and thank you, pardon me. We avoid saluting another person with the proverbial “bird,” even when we think they deserve it. We give extra $ for a tip of a service. We lay our head on our pillow at night and sigh, “today was a good day, because I gave more to others, even when doing less would have been just good enough.” Live higher than “the good enough.”  

Keep Living the Encouraged Life! 💕 Lynn