A day to remember
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Where were you.... 11 years ago?
Sitting at home, with my oldest son, still a baby sound asleep. I was sitting enjoying a cup a coffe, much like I am today. The phone rings, too early... nothing good comes of an early AM phone call. It was my husband, he was working in NJ.... He was scared. I was talking with him when the first tower fell, I could hear the screams of the men in the background, they were over 60 feet in the air. They could see the smoke, smell the carnage. His brother was scheduled to be working in Manhatten that morning, no one has heard from him. Communication lines were cut, and I was left alone in upstate New York, as my husband was in the thick of things down state.
My brother in law was located out in Long Island, in a bar of all places! We can smile about now, but talking about that day is still hard for me. To hear the screams of iron workers and knowing mynhusband was scared and possibly in danger still makes me cry.
We as a nation survived that day, we pulled together like we haven't done in decades. Like we will never do again.
It is sad to know that this once great nation is torn over politics and other piddly crap. As we work today on ourselves, on outward baggage, maybe we can take a quick look at how we are to others and improve that relationship too.