It’s Been 11 Years since 9/11
Dear Readers:
I would like to be completely honest with you. Are you ready? Are you sitting down? What I am about to say may shock you. You may never want to read my blog again, but that’s the risk I’m willing to take.
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I can be downright rotten sometimes. I can be selfish. I can say really stupid things. I mean, really stupid things. I can want what I want, when I want it. I can complain and grumble. I am in a category of ridiculous humanism all by myself. (Or maybe I have a few compadre’s out there who occasionally join me.)
This morning, God-in his infinite glory-snapped my selfish, grumbling, complaining, humanistic bubble this morning using none other than my husband. Biceps, the firefighter, was getting ready to leave for work and asked, “Today is the 11th anniversary of 9/11. What are you doing today?”
May I repeat, my husband-the firefighter, said this to me-the whiner.
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As I get ready to go to my Bible Study, make my phone calls, clean the house, and go about my day-this little question Biceps asked me will be gnawing at the back of my brain-“What am I doing today?”. Does it matter what I’m doing today?
What mattered to me, 11 years ago, was not my job (or lack thereof), not my blog, not my latest recipe. What mattered to me was only:
How many people survived?
Did my friend’s daughter make it to work that day in the Trade Center? Did she survive?
How many kids won’t have parent’s after today? And, how many parent’s won’t have kids after today?
What can I do? How can I help? WHAT CAN I DO?!
Instead of me, me, me, I was worried about everyone other than me. I was worried about people I didn’t even know, about the firefighters, the pilots, the passengers, the workers.
It’s ironic that I start my Bible Study Fellowship class today. God, once again-in his infinite glory-keeps this little whiner in check.
There. I hope I didn’t scare you off by revealing my ugly, selfish, whining side. I know, it’s disgusting. Please forgive me.
Oh how I love your transparency! We all have our struggles, and as the saying goes…Confession is good for the soul! =) It’s always good to know of other’s struggles too, so we don’t feel so alone in our own. Yesterday’s memories of 9/11 were very real for me. My brother worked at the Pentagon (still does) and had emailed me that morning to say he had a meeting at 9:00, but I did not know if he was
in or out of the building until he called at 11:30. Such a tragic day in America. And yes…one that makes us think outside of ourselves huh? We are so so blessed! Thanks for sharing.
Marsha-
How scary that your brother was in the building! I’m so glad he survived. We (and I) are blessed! It’s good to remember that.