What a Difference a Day Makes

On Monday we e-mailed jokes.
On Tuesday we did not.

On Monday we thought that we were secure.
On Tuesday we learned better.

On Monday we were talking about heroes as being athletes .
On Tuesday we relearned who our heroes are.

On Monday we were irritated that our rebate checks had not arrived.
On Tuesday we gave money away to people we had never met.

On Monday there were people fighting against praying in schools.
On Tuesday you would have been hard pressed to find a school where someone was not praying.

On Monday people argued with their kids about picking up their room.
On Tuesday the same people could not get home fast enough to hug their kids.

On Monday people were upset that they had to wait 6 minutes in a fast food drive through line.
On Tuesday people didn't care about waiting up to 6 hours to give blood for the dying.

On Monday we waved our flags signifying our cultural diversity.
On Tuesday we waved only the American flag.

On Monday there were people trying to separate each other by race, sex, color and creed.
On Tuesday they were all holding hands.

On Monday we men or women, black or white, old or young, rich or poor, gay or straight, Christian or non-Christian.
On Tuesday we were Americans.

On Monday politicians argued about budget surpluses.
On Tuesday grief stricken they sang "God Bless America."

On Monday the President was going to Florida to read to children.
On Tuesday he returned to Washington to protect our children.

On Monday we had families.
On Tuesday we had orphans.

On Monday people went to work as usual.
On Tuesday they died.

On Monday people were fighting the 10 commandments on government property.
On Tuesday the same people all said 'God help us all' while thinking 'Thou shall not kill'.

It is sadly ironic how it takes horrific events to place things into perspective, but it has. The lessons learned this week, the things we have taken for granted, the things that have been forgotten or overlooked, hopefully will never be forgotten again.



 remember the fallen

I created the humble drawing above as a tribute to the victims and to the survivors of the September 11 tragedies. There are four stars - one for each plane, a pentagon inside each star and, of course, the twin towers. The flag is meant to be at half-mast but I drew it on the evening of September 11 and was having trouble concentrating. I really wanted to post something to show my support.

Who am I? Just your average American - if there is such a thing. I work. I go to college. I tinker with websites for fun. And I love my country.

I remember that day so clearly, as I'm sure we all do. I was at work. I'm a secretary, and my boss was to leave that afternoon to fly to Washington, DC. I was preparing some of the material for his trip when his wife - who is also my boss - called to say that she was watching the news and there had been an accident: a plane had hit one of the twin towers. I turned on the radio and carried on with my work. As I listened, I heard Peter Jennings describe the scene. There in our quiet office it was so surreal.

When I heard that a plane had gone down near Pittsburgh, I quickly sent an email to my friend who lives there to be sure she was okay. She replied equally fast - to my relief - and asked if I was okay.

They sent us home early from work. Weather-wise the day was nice: sunny and blue skied. As I passed one of the local car dealers, their huge flag had been lowered to half mast. I said a prayer (the first of many) for those in utter chaos hundreds of miles away.



Use the links below to visit memorials or find more information about 9/11/01.



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