That's what my mom says when she does something stupid. I'm borrowing it from her today, since the phrase came to mind when I realized just this very minute that I have photog club tomorrow at my house and I haven't started cleaning and the carpets need shampooing. I guess I'll be dragging the steam cleaner around today. Oh joyfulness. It's just what I was hoping to do on a fine Friday morning.
So, it's 9/11. Last year I posted my memories from that awful day--the "where were you thing," so this year I'm not going to do that. I just want to take a moment to remember the sense of pride in our country and the feeling of unity that evolved after that day in 2001. I remember caring about every single person, individually, in our nation. I remember hurting for the families who had lost loved ones in the attacks. I remember feeling intense admiration for the people on board flight 93 who attacked the terrorists on board. Those passengers are my heros.
Last night at Costco, a young man was walking around proudly in his Air Force ROTC uniform. I high-5'ed him. It did my heart good to see a young person show pride in our military. I'm very grateful for all those serving today.
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Friday, September 11, 2009
Oh, Farts!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Where Were You?
I was sitting at work, a small law firm in Virginia, doing legal secretary things when a client walked in and asked me if I'd heard.
"Heard what?" I inquired.
"That a plane crashed into one of the towers of the World Trade Center."
Confused, I knitted my brows together and stared at the client. My mind went over certain facts: planes don't fly over that way, do they?
I quickly did a search online and found the story on CNN's website. I watched for the next hour while the second tower got hit, the Pentagon got hit, both towers fell, a plane went down in Pennsylvania, and my sense of security crumbled.
My heart ached and broke for the people trapped in the towers, for those escaping, for the firefighters, for the families of the victims. I just wanted to leave work and get my kids from school and hold them close and watch over them. We lived only an hour and a half from Washington, D.C. The events were unfolding in our backyard.
The attorney I worked for went on with her day nonchalantly. She said we shouldn't be surprised, that the Bible said these things would happen. Yes, but is that cause for unconcern? Does that lessen the tragedy? Of course not. I quit that job not long after.
Where were you?
"Heard what?" I inquired.
"That a plane crashed into one of the towers of the World Trade Center."
Confused, I knitted my brows together and stared at the client. My mind went over certain facts: planes don't fly over that way, do they?
I quickly did a search online and found the story on CNN's website. I watched for the next hour while the second tower got hit, the Pentagon got hit, both towers fell, a plane went down in Pennsylvania, and my sense of security crumbled.
My heart ached and broke for the people trapped in the towers, for those escaping, for the firefighters, for the families of the victims. I just wanted to leave work and get my kids from school and hold them close and watch over them. We lived only an hour and a half from Washington, D.C. The events were unfolding in our backyard.
The attorney I worked for went on with her day nonchalantly. She said we shouldn't be surprised, that the Bible said these things would happen. Yes, but is that cause for unconcern? Does that lessen the tragedy? Of course not. I quit that job not long after.
Where were you?
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