Ok, so maybe I misspoke about the rain the other day. We did have too much rain! After days on end of rain, I'm pretty sure I saw an ark floating down the river, we finally have a beautiful sunny day! It's one of those beautiful sunny September days with little humidity and crisp blue skies. You know, a lot like a day we all remember 10 years ago this Sunday, September 11.
I still vividly remember that day. So many emotions swirling around inside of me- fear, sadness, anger... just to name a few. I was about 5 months pregnant at the time. I was so worried. What kind of world was I bringing this child into? Mainly, I was concerned about our country. What was going to happen? Would we crumble like those buildings?
I remember the pride in America after we were attacked. The pride that we would somehow come through that time. I remember people had their flags flying at home. There were flags on overpasses on the freeway. I remember my eyes welling up with tears as I watched the people line up the streets in support of the emergency personnel who were going back to ground zero to search for fallen brothers. The support for our fire, police and emergency workers was amazing. Our members of the military were so appreciated. We were all proud to be Americans.
In the 10 years since, the shock has lessened from September 11. We are used to the words dirty bomb, terrorism, and Al Qaeda. They are now household terms. Our country isn't as united as it was that day. We are going through hard economic times and many of us are struggling to get by. On this 10 year anniversary, let us not forget those feelings of that day and, as we remember, send a thank you card to the local police, fire, rescue squad. Let us thank a member of the armed forces for all the sacrifices they and their families make to keep us safe. Mostly, let us hug our family a little tighter, because maybe the biggest reality we faced that day was that all of our days are numbered. We should cherish each and every one.