My daughter is so young she would not
really remember 9/11 if it wasn’t for what we were doing that day.
She was 4 going on 5.
I awoke and was getting ready for
work at 7am PSA (West Coast).
Usually talk radio greets me. This day
was odd every station had on some rambling news. It really was not anything I
could make out.
Arriving at work the tv was on or
turned on. We worked in a home but this was unusual.
I was in the home of a local Hugo
nominated author. We were Nannies or care takers for a couple of BABIES.
This enabled their motor skills and
physical abilities at an accelerated rate. They were quiet and good natured. It
was a fun job. We were being nicely compensated
to boot. The only thing do dislike was the 7am start time.
The poignancy of the day was that
August had been the award ceremony for the Hugo. The mini version of what was a
larger blended family had taken the trip back east and spent two weeks.
Plenty
of time to see the sights and sounds of New York City.
It is a rocking place. I have been
there once for a few days. I went with my high school choir. We were booked to
perform at St Patrick’s Cathedral.
Back to 9/11
So there I was in the home of a
family that had just returned from the City. My then boss and I watched the towers
fall in real time. I did not want to panic even as the information came in
making it seem like no one anywhere might be safe.
Still when I heard that the hijacked
planes were fully loaded and west coast bound my heart sank anew.
In a recent conversation via social
media a handful of single women and I were talking. My mother always says she
knows where she was when Kennedy was shot.
My generation and to some degree
children like my daughter whose families were aware or involved say “We
remember 9/11…”
These events mark generations.
America lost her innocence eleven years ago in September. We had suffered
before from within and without. December 7th is coming.
Still we had never seen anything like
imbedded terrorists. A new normal settled in and life has gone on.
I hope we have learned a little more
geography along with our new words. I hope we are more tolerant. I hope our
enemies can see Americans might be a mess but we are not weak.
Thank you, service members and
volunteers. I love how support just poured out in the midst of the all the
misery.
It was a shocking event and if for just one day a year it is good (necessary good, not pleasant good) to remember. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou are welcome. I agree. We are blessed to have lived through it and be able to make choices for the future.
DeleteYes, it's this generation's "day of infamy" to be sure. It seems we both posted blogs dedicated to the remembrance of this horrendous day. May we continue to pray for the families and friends of the victims.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you!
I think a bulk of us shared for the day. It was good for me. I love my country so. It is at times odd to live in the new reality. Nice to have you stopping by. I was off line a lot so I missed a lot.
DeleteWhat a shocking event! I still don't understand how human beings can do this to each other. Thanks for this post!
ReplyDeleteIt was definitely shocking. The only thing like it had been Pearl Harbor and at least then the military expects to be a target from other established military.
DeleteI understand that passions that inflame and the wrong thinking that tells humans to kill others. I just don't like it. I wish we could keep everyone safe from at least death at the hands of an enemy.