I awoke this morning and flipped on the news and of course was reminded what day it was. For about two seconds I thought that maybe it wouldn't hit me as hard as it has in the past.
How stupid that was. Folks know that I'm one of those cry-over-a greeting-card-commercial women. I find it hard to separate myself when I witness tragedy. I can't help but put myself in the shoes of the suffering and become overwhelmed by what I can only imagine they are going through.
So the cable news network starts showing a time line of events through footage from 2001. It all comes flooding back, and I am in tears once more.
But shouldn't we celebrate life and not dwell on the past? I think that is true for the rest of the year. But today I feel I have to honor the fallen and remember just what took place that day, so that I will never forget that we should never be complacent.
It is nothing short of miraculous -- but actually due to the work of countless individuals across the globe -- that we have not had another attack on home soil. But that doesn't mean it's time to realax.
Just as I will worry about my children to my dying day, wanting to protect them from harm -- I will never consider them home-free and I will always be concerned for their safety and well-being -- so should we feel about our country.
Let's hold her dear, and keep her safe -- it's a scary world out there.
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