Endeavor 250-615 (111 + 35) Today is September 11th. Each year it is remembered for the tragedy that took place in New York City. It changed the world as we knew it. This marks the 13th year since it happened. While 13 has always been a lucky and favored number of mine, this is the one time that I do not want to claim that fact. I spent a few moments in my day looking at the pictures on AOL that the site had posted from that day in September. I still have a hard time looking at those pictures and it makes me tear up as the feelings they bring are still just as intense now as they were from that very day. If I had to find something good about that day, I would say that it brought me closer and to a better relationship with my mother. She was to be on a plane that day bound for England. When the first tower was struck, it was unknown the fate of the world and the fate of other planes. I thought I lost my mother and I was just devastated with the thought alone. I called my parents house and my mother answered. She did not get on a plane and she was safe. I think of my emotions and the thought of losing a family member to that day and it makes me so sad for those that truly perished in either building or on any of those planes. I am realizing this year just how scared those flight passengers must have been. I am realizing what their thoughts and fears must have been like for them knowing that they were not going to make it; before they lost consciousness. It makes me so sad, bitter and angry for those people/terrorists that could have so much evil inside of them that they would harm innocent people for the benefit of their own views, politics or vengeance. On that day in 2001, I worked at a sorting company in a warehouse. I worked with a lot of retired factory workers that I knew as I too had worked at the same factory for 10 years. When it was known of the first tower, I called mom from the office that I shared with my boss, Mike S. He came to the office and saw and heard me at the phone call and crying away. He left the room quietly and closed the door behind him to give me privacy. I always admired Mike S. for his compassion and his integrity as a human being first over a job title. He was a good man. As the warehouse was not too far from our airport, I had noticed how quiet the air, and the sky had become in the weeks that followed. All the planes were grounded and it seemed that not even the birds were flying or making any noise. It was an eerie feeling. For my mother and I? I am sure that the reasons why we clashed all those years ago are still there but they are of minor importance at this point. I have learned to let her be who she needs to be while I work on who I need to be when we are together. I keep in perspective that 13 years ago, I thought I lost my mother. Some day she will be gone and I dont want to miss out on a single day before then of being a part of each others lives. I will end now with the following. God bless all those that perished on that day. God bless the families left behind. God bless the first responders. God bless America.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 23:52:36 +0000
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