Ten years ago…
I remember watching the second plane hit the South Tower live on television.
I remember feeling helpless during phone gridlock; unable to connect with my sister, who lived just outside Washington DC, nor with my Gay Sunday Boyfriend (and if you read my blog, you know he is one of my best friends on the planet), who lived in New York City at the time.
I remember being at work, but in a daze as to how I got there.
I remember having a lot of questions.
I remember wishing I told the special people in my life that I cared about them more.
I remember giving thanks when I finally did hear from my sister and Gay SB.
I remember crying at every story of loss, of courage and of resilience.
I remember pledging to myself that I would try to savor more life in this life.
Now…
I know first responders don’t do it for the money, but they SHOULD be paid more.
I know I’m no longer at the mercy of one communication source to contact people.
I know it was a good decision to leave that job.
I know some questions will never have answers.
I know what it means to say and to hear, “I care about you.”
I know I’m forever thankful for the well-being of my sister and Gay SB on that fateful day.
I know I will still cry at every story of loss, of courage and of resilience.
I know being open to Eleanor Roosevelt’s quote, “Do one thing every day that scares you,” makes a person stronger.
Ten Years From Now…
I hope people still hear the call for service.
I hope I continue to meet and learn from people living their lives on their terms.
I hope more people, including myself, will be facing fears head on & taking chances rather than living in the shadows.
I hope more answers will surface.
I hope I never get tired of telling or hearing, “I care about you.”
I hope my sister, Gay SB and all my SBs are thriving.
I hope I hear more stories of courage and resilience than of loss.
I hope more people step out of their comfort zone and contribute to a better world.
