remembering

In the back of my mind this entire week, I have been thinking - probably like most Americans - of September 11th, 2001. It's almost impossible to believe this Sunday will be the 10th anniversary of that horrible day when nearly 3,000 innocent lives were lost so violently and so tragically. New York's Twin Towers falling... the attack on the Pentagon in Virginia... and Flight #93 crashing in Pennsylvania... changed our nation - and our world - forever. I never tire of hearing about or reading the endless stories of those who were involved in any and every capacity on that fateful day. Those stories touch me to my core. They restore my faith in humanity. The bravery, courage, terror, sacrifice, anguish, irony, loss, and dedication... will always be a source of sorrow and inspiration to me. I mourn for those who were lost, and the loved ones who lost them. It's just a small token, but it's the only thing I can do. I will spend some solitary time reading *MY BOOK*, and spend more quiet moments searching for those *STORIES* that have become a strong thread in the tapestry that is America. 


I am gravely saddened by the state of our world. And I know it will become worse in years to come. Yet I still believe there is much good in the world. I do. We don't hear about it as often because for some insane reason it isn't considered as news-worthy as spreading dread and fear. But all kinds of stories - including those of 9/11 - remind me that there are still decent people out there everywhere. And I witness it for myself every day. There will always be good, every day people such as you and I, that will step up to the plate and do what is right when tragedy strikes - and even when it doesn't. I believe this with all my heart. I hope you will too.

Perhaps all of humanity needs the reminder to never take life for granted. To never let the sun set on the day without expressing love for the people who mean the world to you. Things can happen so quickly.

xoxo