I haven't blogged for a while and that definitely isn't because I haven't had anything to say:). I have probably written a hundred in my mind, but none have made it to print. Today, however, I feel compelled to write.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of September 11th. My son came home with a September 11th related assignment last week. He had to interview a parent about the memories and thoughts they have from that day. Once I was able to move past the realization that I am now at an age where I provide perspective on historical events, I sat down with him and we had our discussion.
There are many things I remember about that day, including where I was and how I felt. My most vivid memories, however, are more about how life was in the period that followed. In the days and weeks that followed 9/11, I was in awe of the differences I saw in humanity. I remember going to a candlelight vigil and witnessing so many people from all walks of life showing compassion for each other. People were comforting strangers, moving past any judgements and biases. Even at the store, people were a little more patient, tolerant, and forgiving. Families came together. The event shifted our priorities and exposed our vulnerabilities. I think there was such beauty in that. Life was not about "things". It was about living life, giving grace, loving others, and appreciating all that we have and take for granted. It was the essence of how I think we were created to be.
My husband says I am an idealist, a dreamer. I struggle with the notion that being an idealist is a bad thing. I believe in people. I believe in possibilities. I am not naive, rather I choose to look for the best in others and hope for what can be. I try to do my part.
I have trouble understanding why a tragic event is necessary to bring out the best in all of us, only to have us revert back to old ways as time passes. Is that front row parking spot really worth a cursing match? Is it necessary to spew hate and condemnation toward or about those who disagree with you?
If we took more of what was displaying in the weeks following 9/11 and incorporated those into our daily lives, it would honor those who perished. We can take what we learned, the glimpses of amazing unity that we saw, and live our lives as a tribute.
I will never forget the images from that day. I forever mourn for those that died, the innocent men, women, and children. But...I refuse to look on it with anger or allow it to fuel my resentments, Instead, I think about that small taste of "Pleasantville" that enveloped our country in the weeks that followed and remain hopeful for what can be.
