Where has the Spirit of THAT Day gone?

911-flag-and-buildingsTomorrow is the 15th anniversary of one of the most tragic days in our history.  I was there.  I was there for 36 straight hours and saw things that were beyond frightening. Many know my story and I’m not going to re-tell it today but I want to share an observation.

When people ask me what is the most memorable aspect of ‘that day’, my answer is usually the same, in as much as there was plenty of horror, it was the human spirit shown on that day forward that remains with me.

What people did to care for others during this time was tremendous.  The outpouring of love and the incredible drive to help one another was remarkable.  The manner in which we came together to give, give, and give even more in all things physical and spiritual was unprecedented.

Somewhere, we lost that spirit, I think.

I get sad when I see some of what I see.  When we become less compassionate when a child needs diabetes supplies and an entire community writes to a CEO to change the fact that the child is denied for reasons that make no sense; that is bothersome to me.

In a country where seniors are mis-treated, almost abused, for much-needed life-saving medical equipment for the only reason they turn 65; that is bothersome to me.

When I see this country, literally, act with such bitterness—REAL BITTERNESS– toward each other merely based on their political belief, that is bothersome to me.

When I see division on how we treat each other relying more on why we are different rather than what we have in common; that is bothersome to me.

When I see discussions more to prove how ‘right’ one is and how ‘wrong’ another is with such ugly tones in the discussion; that is bothersome to me.

Have we become a me right, you wrong society?  Do we need another 2996 people to be killed in an attack to remind us what we should all be about?  Do we need death and pain to soften our hearts once again?  What will it take?

I usually find a corner to be by myself on 9/11 anniversaries; to reflect of the people I met on that day and continue to pray for them and the so many families I was in contact with who lost loved ones on that day  I also try to do something good for someone on anniversary days, albeit as small as it might be. I’m glad I have a diabetes meeting to attend tomorrow.

We are an angry nation.  We are a bitter nation.  And we are facing off against each other more than ever before.  There IS SO MUCH good in our world, but the focus is constantly on the bad.  I want the America back again that I witnessed in the aftermath of fifteen years ago; it seemed like we had a more unified spirit.  I liked that spirit.

A light kept in the dark too long will come to a point where it is so extinguished that it can never be lit again.  We should look very hard within to find that spirit of light again, it served us well.

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There is Just Something About the Number 11…….Sigh…..I Was There.

world trade centerEvery time I see an ’11’ I cannot help but think of the two towers in lower Manhattan.  When it has a ‘September’ before it, it brings me back to a time of not only incredible pain but also incredible human spirit.  That day, was today.

I was there.

I have often said that I saw things one could not have nightmares about.  But I also state for the 36 straight hours I was down there, I witnessed a magnificent human spirit.  People did things to help that you could never imagine.  People came together from all walks of life for one reason, to help.

No religion.  No color.  No anything but incredible compassion.  Incredible caring.  And the unyielding energy to get the job done.  It was a sorrowful and hateful day; but it also showed us at our best.  I will never get over what I saw, I like the word cope….I learned to cope with what I saw.

Cuts, blood, death, bodies dropping from the sky almost like raindrops……one learns to cope.  We push it to a place where we can cope with it……it allows us to move on.  So on this day, remember what happened?  Sure.  We will all know where we were at that time, that exact moment the towers were hit.  But also remember through the pain, death, and sorrow……..we moved on.

Moving on is a good thing.  We have done that…….but as I look around at the world which surrounds us, it would sure be great to see much more of that human spirit, that human resolve, once again.  It served us well fourteen years ago and it would surely serve us well today.  Maybe if we all look for it a bit in our hearts, it will take over once again.  I surely hope so.  If you need a reminder, think of it every time you see an ’11’.

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