Remember 8:46 AM and 9:03AM 9*11*2001
No Icon today. I just don't have anything that expresses how I feel about today.
I have written in past years about the events of 9-11-01 on this blog. In 2004 I wrote about what I still remembered about that day. In 2005 I wrote about someone that I knew as a fellow commuter who shouldn't have even been there but rather sailing down in Florida on his beloved sailboat. Now we are 5 years after that day and I still feel hurt and anger. I can't put on the TV and I am ignoring most of the news in the newspaper. I am even avoiding my favorite news sites on the Internet because I really don't want to read anymore about the events of the day or how Bush has made it better or worse than it was then. That SOB is even in town to lay a wreath and stir up the ashes of those who died that day all in the name of politics because he uses this time of year now every year to raise the specter of September 11th in hopes for great gains for the GOP in the up coming elections.
It still hurts inside. Since that time because of the events of that day I lost my job that I loved and they said as much in my exit interview. I can't find a new one in a shrinking industry that is eating itself. I'm trying to figure out where I am going to fit into the work force once Caroline is in school which is sooner that I care think these days. I believe everything happens for a reason just sometimes the picture can be really fuzzy for a while. I take great comfort in the knowledge that my only daughter will be this age once and I am one of the lucky ones that gets to experience everything with her. I just really hate the question, "So what do you do for a living?" these days.
I know people who are still dealing with what happened to them and their friends that day. Heck I know people who are still fighting with their insurance companies and the city about the clean up of their condos and apartments. I know a number of people who left New York because they couldn't deal with the city anymore. I also remember all the people who helped other people either that day or the days that followed. Some of those people need help now but are denied because of bureaucratic idiocy. Ariel has classmates who lost relatives even parents that day. Some of the kids aren't coming to school today as they go off to morn the loss of their loved ones. I was one of the lucky ones and I know it but the events of that day still haunt me and probably will for the rest of my life.
I pray for the souls of those who died that day and all the people who were effected by their deaths and for any and all who's lives were changed by that crisp clear day in September when the Towers fell. I know mine was.
I am grateful that so many people prayed for New York that day and for all the people who helped and are helping to this day. I thank each and every one of you.
I have written in past years about the events of 9-11-01 on this blog. In 2004 I wrote about what I still remembered about that day. In 2005 I wrote about someone that I knew as a fellow commuter who shouldn't have even been there but rather sailing down in Florida on his beloved sailboat. Now we are 5 years after that day and I still feel hurt and anger. I can't put on the TV and I am ignoring most of the news in the newspaper. I am even avoiding my favorite news sites on the Internet because I really don't want to read anymore about the events of the day or how Bush has made it better or worse than it was then. That SOB is even in town to lay a wreath and stir up the ashes of those who died that day all in the name of politics because he uses this time of year now every year to raise the specter of September 11th in hopes for great gains for the GOP in the up coming elections.
It still hurts inside. Since that time because of the events of that day I lost my job that I loved and they said as much in my exit interview. I can't find a new one in a shrinking industry that is eating itself. I'm trying to figure out where I am going to fit into the work force once Caroline is in school which is sooner that I care think these days. I believe everything happens for a reason just sometimes the picture can be really fuzzy for a while. I take great comfort in the knowledge that my only daughter will be this age once and I am one of the lucky ones that gets to experience everything with her. I just really hate the question, "So what do you do for a living?" these days.
I know people who are still dealing with what happened to them and their friends that day. Heck I know people who are still fighting with their insurance companies and the city about the clean up of their condos and apartments. I know a number of people who left New York because they couldn't deal with the city anymore. I also remember all the people who helped other people either that day or the days that followed. Some of those people need help now but are denied because of bureaucratic idiocy. Ariel has classmates who lost relatives even parents that day. Some of the kids aren't coming to school today as they go off to morn the loss of their loved ones. I was one of the lucky ones and I know it but the events of that day still haunt me and probably will for the rest of my life.
I pray for the souls of those who died that day and all the people who were effected by their deaths and for any and all who's lives were changed by that crisp clear day in September when the Towers fell. I know mine was.
I am grateful that so many people prayed for New York that day and for all the people who helped and are helping to this day. I thank each and every one of you.