Since this is 9-11, I want to share my prayers and acknowledge the sacrifice made by thousands of Americans during that day. On that particular day I was at work in a small office with no radio or TV. My first inkling that something was terribly wrong was when I was trying to contact outside insurance agencies and getting that strange recording " T-" and a number that slips my memory. I called the hospital switchboard and Miss Mary the operator told me what had happened. I left the office and walked over to the emergency room. The sky was perfect, clear, sunny and surreal. It was so quiet, almost muffled...people were walking around stunned trying to get a loved one on their phones. I saw on TV how they replayed the attacks over and over. I heard the fear in the voices around me..." Andrews Air force base..just up the road.." " PAX River Naval base..just down the road.."" Calvert Cliff's Nuclear facility..10 miles away.." We all had someone that seemed in the path of danger, including me...at the Pentagon.
We still struggle with the memory of that day. One that stuck with me was a news crew over in the Middle East that filmed a town that was in celebration of the tragedy we had experienced. It struck me then, and stays with me now that there are people who hate us. The average American spends little time pondering world politics, never acknowledging that we have created enemies by our presence in their lives. Since I do not live with hate in my heart it is hard to understand that there are many who devote their lives to it.
~k
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