I was asked to write\u00a0 a blog of what I was doing when The Towers came down.\u00a0\u00a0 The memory came easily to me.\u00a0 But not so much the emotion.<\/p>\n
The memory came easily because I was pregnant with my youngest, 7 months to be exact.\u00a0 I had a 2 year old and a 4 year old.\u00a0 A 4 year old who was “odd” and struggling to adjust to pre-school.\u00a0 I was living with my mother.\u00a0 Who was loving having the grandkids greeting her when she came home from work.\u00a0 Why was I living with my mother?\u00a0 My husband had chosen to be a truck drive after retiring with 2o years in the US Army as Military Intelligence.\u00a0 Says it, doesn’t it?<\/p>\n
I was, like any pregnant mom, going to get off my feet and watch some television.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When I turned the set on I remember just standing there with the remote in my hands trying to figure out “what show is this?”\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I remember struggling to wrap my head around the fact that this was real… that a terrorist attack of this magnitude was actually happening in the US.<\/p>\n
I was 38.\u00a0 And any previous attacks of terror or shocking mass murder of innocents..\u00a0 somehow didn’t register the way this did.\u00a0 (Probably due to my age or having kids, who knows.)\u00a0 This was mesmerizing in the sheer shock and scope.<\/p>\n
The horror of how could this happen was there.\u00a0 The relief that it wasn’t happening in L.A. (I can admit that.)\u00a0 And the pride, oh I remember the pride I felt as American helped American.\u00a0 As the firefighters stormed in to do whatever they could to help any they could.\u00a0 As journalists braved the debris & ash to bring the story into every living room so we could ALL, KNOW the full impact as it happened.\u00a0 And as the passengers rushed the cockpit to crash land a plan rather than have it kill more innocents.<\/p>\n
And I remember feeling angry that any group was so weak-minded they felt it was okay to wage war on innocents.\u00a0 And I remember wanting to bomb the shit out of the country responsible.<\/p>\n
That event change all our lives.\u00a0\u00a0 It changed our perception we were Top Dog & Invincible.\u00a0\u00a0 It changed the direction of our politics and our government spending.\u00a0 It probably killed the space program.\u00a0\u00a0 It raised Firefighter, as a profession, to the most honorable on earth!<\/p>\n
We’ll never really know if this change is for the better or worse.\u00a0 (My time machine’s broken, how’s yours?)\u00a0\u00a0 We do what everyone else does.\u00a0\u00a0 We keep moving forward.\u00a0 But remembering these events help us grow as people.\u00a0 The images will never fade (especially as so much of the footage was caught on film) of the plane crashing into the second tower, of the crumbling of the first tower and then the second.<\/p>\n
Even though over time our memory gets distracted.\u00a0 Its why anniversaries are so important.\u00a0 A chance to look back and remember a pivotal moment and its impact.<\/p>\n
And now.. back to our regular programming….<\/p>\n
Who got laid this weekend!?!\u00a0 \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I was asked to write\u00a0 a blog of what I was doing when The Towers came down.\u00a0\u00a0 The memory came easily to me.\u00a0 But not so much the emotion. The memory came easily because I was pregnant with my youngest, … Continue reading