On September 11, 2001; I was laying on the couch resting as I was in the last few weeks of my pregnancy with my second child. I had been going through some early contractions and the doctor told me to rest it out. Half way into a nice slumber, my husband calls me and asks if I was watching the TV (since usually, I was). I told him no, and that’s when he told me to turn on the TV and that we were being attacked.
How can something so awful just happen, I thought to myself? A great sadness filled my heart for the families of those lost in the chaos. I was angry too. Angry because we were under and there was no reason for it- NOTHING!!! I will forever remember those families lost and broken from this horrible event.
Today, I sit here watching 9/11 programs in hopes that everyone out there remembers those innocent lives lost. I think we need to remember where we came from as Americans and join together again. Forget all the politics, forget all the differences and just join together as people; as human beings that care.
I may not be the smartest cookie in the cookie jar, but I do know right from wrong. I do know the value of life and I intend to cherish that. I thank God everyday for the life he’s gifted me with as well as the wonderful children he so generously provided me with. I’m okay with being poor (most of the time) and I’m okay with not having a vehicle. These things I can do without, but my family means everything to me and I couldn’t even imagine living one day without them.
I sit here, not knowing what to say or do. I want so bad to vent and tell all those that don’t care to lose their attitude. I want so bad to tell those people that are mean and heartless to wake up. I want so bad to hand those that need it most, an epiphany of some sort so that they can stop being so IMMORAL. We, in America, are supposed to be the best; the ones that ban together, the ones that have morals, ethics, love and compassion.
Okay, so I originally had a very, very long post, but I decided to stop and just finish it up. I want to say; to all the Soldiers out there working hard to protect our soil from this happening again- THANK YOU! To all those that stand tall and proud for our country- THANK YOU! For all those that give me that “happy to be an American” feeling- THANKS!!!! And, to all those that don’t deserve such a tragic ending to life- I DO REMEMBER and I’m sorry.
For images of the Tragedy on 9/11 visit September 11 News
And so, I leave you with a beautiful heartfelt song “Where were you?” by Alan Jackson…
Barb,
I am taken back to 2001 when I read your post. I rode from San Diego to New York escorting teddy bears that we collected for the affected families. Through most towns and cities we would stop in the firehouse and allow the firefighters to read and sign our trailer and my Harley. It was in these times that the loss they felt became personal for me as well.
I entered Ground Zero (inside the fence) with the fire chief from Station One. He poured out his heart for the people he had lost and I knew that I stood in their presence. I have been changed forever and still do not watch anything related to 9/11 because I remember the chief, his people, and the walls in Grand Central Station. The memory of their pain never leaves even as I have been able to move on.
I will always remember where I was and the months that followed. Thank you for being one who honors their memory as well.
I will bookmark your entry so that people can read what you have written. Thank you.
Just a two weeks before the 1st anniversary of 9-11 I met with my OB/GYN for one of my final visits for a check-up and to schedule a date for my c-section. He only preformed them on Wednesdays, I picked the second Wed (9-11) for that date. He looked at it and asked if I was sure I wanted to have my son then. All I could say was of course I do. What greater tribute could I give to my fellow Americans who lost their lives on that day but to give birth to a new generation of hope. So I was scheduled to go in at 3pm. I got a phone call saying his previous cancelled their appt so I went in early. It turned out that our son was born 1 year to the day to the time that the 2nd tower fell. Can you say Pheonix rising from the ashes??? A few hours later as I nursed him for the 1st time sitting in my hospital room watching all the recounts of what went wrong just a year earlier I was filled with joy and sadness all at the same time. Hope had sprung up again and we will always remember……