“A time to remember those who died, those who served, and those who carry on.”
I awoke this morning sad after a bad night and then felt a sudden twinge of guilt. Today is 9/11/2015. Fourteen years ago terrorists attacked our country killing and changing the lives of millions of Americans forever: soldiers, families, those who worked in the World Trade Center, fire fighters, children, babies not even born yet, and the nation as a whole. *Note to all my readers: it is okay to be sad today whether or not you are having a difficult day due to the events of 9/11 or because you are just having a difficult day because of your own battles. Never forget the quote: “Feeling guilty for being sad because someone has it worse is like feeling guilty for being happy because someone has it better.” Feelings are feelings: accept them and yes I believe today should be a day to pray and honor those affected by the events on 9/11, but you are all fighting battles as well. It is also hypocritical of me to say this because I was personally affected by this date as I was alive and lived right next to the bridge going into New York: a place in college my friends and I would often take the train to for a good night. However, I rarely if ever think of those affected by the Civil War or those who lost their lives during any wars: I was not here, I do not feel the feelings those must have felt who were part of any tragedy that I was not here on this Earth for. Many of my readers are teenagers and barely remember, if they remember at all the events of 9/11 however, many of you suffer just as those do who survived this devastating day. Many people: not just soldiers have an invisible illness due to the horrific events occurring on this insanely, tragic day: a day I personally will never forget. Many people have depression, PTSD, phantom pain, chronic pain, and /or unable to get over the loss of a loved one. I cannot imagine what it must have been like to be on one of the planes that hit the twin towers. I cannot fathom making that phone call to my husband saying goodbye knowing that I would pass in mere seconds. I get tears in my eyes thinking about the men and women who were just doing their job and going through the motions of their day when all of a sudden they hear that a plane has hit their place of work and their options are either to burn to death or jump out of a window: these are the things movies are made of, surely they cannot happen in “real life.” But they did and they do and if you could see my face now you would see very large tear drops falling from my eyes as I remember this day and although I was not personally affected: I was affected by living so close to NYC, watching friends wait to see if their parents were okay, and being moved by the love and compassion of our country on this tragic day where although we lost so much, we also showed the world and ourselves how much more alike we are than unlike. If only we were able to show such compassion, understanding, non-judgement, and love each and every day to one another as opposed to the seldom days of tragedy: what a different world we would live in.
The pictures above are very moving. The respect and honor I have to those who serve for our country and also those who are family members to those who serve our country is so large that there is not yet a word in the English dictionary to describe my feelings. I cannot imagine saying goodbye to a loved one not knowing if he will return. I cannot imagine giving birth to our future children not knowing if my husband would be here or not. How do these men and women do it? Not only do they live in constant fear, loneliness, and sadness but they live with the after effects of honoring our country with PTSD and Pain: both physical and emotional. So many people ask me: “How do you live in physical pain seven days a week and are happy and for the most part at peace.” My personal answer is: “I do not see any other choice. This is my life and pain will not control me or the lives of those I love for another damn second.” I believe this would be the answer for many of those who were truly affected by the events that occurred on a date carved in my mind for life: 9/11/2001.
This post is dedicated to each and every person who dedicates their lives for our country. This post is dedicated to any and all person’s who lost a loved one on 911 or who lives with an invisible illness due to this tragedy. This post is a reminder to all: we need to show compassion, love, and non-judgement every day of our lives: tragedy or no tragedy. We are all fighting battles one knows nothing about. Show love today to each person you see and make sure to tell the ones you love how much you love them. Life can change in a second.
“Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to die by midnight. Extend to them all the care, kindness, and understanding you can muster and do it with no thought of reward. Your life will never be the same again.”