Thursday, September 11, 2008
Seven Years...
It's so hard to believe that it's been seven years since 9/11. Seven years. I didn't even realize what day it was until I was driving Ryan to school this morning and the guy on the radio mentioned it. Seven years. I looked over at Ryan and I immediately flashed to that day... she was just two, and I remember sitting on the couch with her on my lap, her back to the television. I was reading Winnie the Pooh to her, one eye on the book, one eye on the devastation occuring in real time in New York. I remember thinking 'what a bizarre juxtaposition -- Pooh and terrorists'. And I remember thinking that I was so very glad Ryan was too young to ask questions about what was happening because, truly, how could I explain it? I still can't explain it -- any of it -- the horrible things human beings do to one another in the name of all manner of things -- God, religion, justice, patriotism, honor, revenge. I just tell her that WE simply won't live in a place of darkness and fear; that we believe there are far more good people in the world than bad; that we must live our lives and act in such a way that we exemplify the change we'd like to see; that we do whatever we can, whether it be small acts or big, to make the world a better place. And then I quietly hope that's enough.
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IMNSHO, the best thing you can teach your children is tolerance... No one is better than anyone else. Just because someone believes differently doesn't make them wrong.
Of course I have a hard time with that right now as I'm nightly screaming at the TV at how stupid John McCain is... but... I'm trying... =)
Well said!! I think this is one of those days in history we will always remember exactly where we were and what we were doing when we heard that news. And how deeply it touched us all.
Wonderful post.
Cheryl
So very true! Very well said!!
Are you near Broadway, Virginia? We have property there...Little North Mountain?
Diane...I can't believe ...My husband's family is from Broadway and their business is in Harrisonburg...small world...I am putting you on my blog roll!
How fun...I'll keep checking back!! :)
I just keep reading everyones accounts and personal stories all over the place, so much so that I forgot about my own blog every single post I read gives me chills
Diane, although at that point in time I was not living in the US anymore, it was no less traumatic to experience what was happening in NYC, after have had spend 8 years in NC. I was actually communicating online with a friend that was working close to the twin towers when everything was unfolding that day and he only wrote "Sorry, got to go, we are being evacuated as a plane hit the WTC." I think I was one of the first people in Europe aware of what was happening in New York. A very nice post, may I add.
Seven years...Hard to believe, isn't it?
James was 6 years old and he asked me why the "bad man had flown the plane into the tower", hardly an easy question to answer, but I remember telling him, "because he wants his own way", he figured out that the bad man had done it on purpose, and in a beat said, "Mummy but all those people will die", although not in America, it hit us all too, great blog
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