I've been listening a teeny bit to some of the tributes going on this weekend for the 10th anniversary of 9/11. One thing I heard that was interesting was that every year since 1979, there has been some kind of terrorist attack in New York City. Did you know that? I didn't.
But, since September 11, 2001, there have been none.
What does that mean? Many have asked, "Are we safer?"
I don't know the answer to that. I guess, from the above statistic, we are.
But I don't feel any safer, that's for sure.
That being said, I am extremely grateful for those people who are trying to protect me.
The fact that it's been 10 years since this terrible tragedy blows my mind.
I was getting my precious little girls ready to run some errands at the mall.
Samantha was 3 months and Abby was almost 3 years old.
Brad called me from work and asked if I had heard what happened.
"A plane flew into a building in New York."
That doesn't compute.
I flip on the TV and watch with horror as Bryant Gumbel on CBS
reports that another plane had just hit the Pentagon.
What in heavens name was going on? And why?
We ended up going to the mall and were sitting down for some grub when a woman next to us asked why I had such a long face. I asked if she had heard what had happened. She had.
I just wasn't sure what kind of world I had brought these precious little girls into.
I was glued to the TV for days.
All I know is that it never ceases to amaze me what humans can do to each other. Yes, we have our differences but if I have learned nothing else in my life it is that we are more the same than we are different. All over the world.
Doesn't that mean something?
(The photo is of a father mourning his son - whose name is etched on the North Pool Memorial at Ground Zero.)
But, since September 11, 2001, there have been none.
What does that mean? Many have asked, "Are we safer?"
I don't know the answer to that. I guess, from the above statistic, we are.
But I don't feel any safer, that's for sure.
That being said, I am extremely grateful for those people who are trying to protect me.
The fact that it's been 10 years since this terrible tragedy blows my mind.
I was getting my precious little girls ready to run some errands at the mall.
Samantha was 3 months and Abby was almost 3 years old.
Brad called me from work and asked if I had heard what happened.
"A plane flew into a building in New York."
That doesn't compute.
I flip on the TV and watch with horror as Bryant Gumbel on CBS
reports that another plane had just hit the Pentagon.
What in heavens name was going on? And why?
We ended up going to the mall and were sitting down for some grub when a woman next to us asked why I had such a long face. I asked if she had heard what had happened. She had.
I just wasn't sure what kind of world I had brought these precious little girls into.
I was glued to the TV for days.
All I know is that it never ceases to amaze me what humans can do to each other. Yes, we have our differences but if I have learned nothing else in my life it is that we are more the same than we are different. All over the world.
Doesn't that mean something?
(The photo is of a father mourning his son - whose name is etched on the North Pool Memorial at Ground Zero.)
1 comments:
That is a powerful picture. No parent should ever have to lose a child. It's been a good day to reflect and remember. Thanks for your thoughts.
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