Twenty two trips around the sun, since that fateful day… In my simplistic observation of surroundings, the actions and words of others, I might boldly claim that we have forgotten much about our country, and especially so, about each other. Before I detail this thought further, I must state that I long for who we became as a country on 9/12. To take it one step further I would rather take an eraser to 9/11/2001, engage the grand experiment of “ripples in life” from each and every person lost that day, and those lost well before their time, stemming from injuries and grave illnesses that came from it. Their families and loved ones would most certainly agree. It is immeasurable as to what was lost in their contributions, what each would have gave of themselves to those they loved, their families, their professions, and to our society as a whole.
There was a 9/12 that I vividly remember long ago, that our favored political party did not matter, struggles of the races did not matter, income equality did not matter, who we slept with did not matter, what set of sex organs we sported in our underwear did not matter, and what each other believed or said in thought did not matter at all.
We did not need diversity training, reparations, talking heads, cults of personality, or well paid pundits to tell us, to guide us in understanding what was in our hearts and what we felt in our guts -that we are Americans.
Since then we have become complacent in the import things, in what matters first and foremost. Far too many engaged in turning everything upside down in the quest to seize control over our daily lives, down to the smallest and most trivial items. It is something I never expected to see in my lifetime from elected officials, even from each other in our daily lives. In all irony of an unbecoming display of hyperbolic partisan politics, the use of any pro American term is somehow un-American. I submit that those from this ideological camp have lost their way and for the most dishonorable intentions.
Twenty Two years ago, and one day later with great cause, we rallied for each other, and had each other’s backs. We demonstrated what is awesome about us, our country.
Twenty Two years later, demonstrated daily, we are easily be pitted against each other, with little effort to shore up perverse narratives.
We have a solemn obligation to honor those innocent victims of 9/11 and those fallen who have served us. They deserve better, we deserve better from each other. What we, you and I fail to do enough of, is to seize the smaller opportunities of moments of kindness, to forgive more easily as we did on 9/12/2001, and the days and months that followed.
For those of you that disagree, I can still envision our mutual betterment in life with us being of the same great America that we love, warts and all.
I have not forgotten:
The memories and the feelings from that day have not faded, nor diminished. It was to be a perfect bluebird day in September.
The near-perfect September day morphed, shattered for thousands of victims in mere seconds for many, some in agonizing, terror-filled minutes, hours yet for others.
In the ripples of life, our greatest loss is to never know or benefit from what great deeds and accomplishments of all those lost.
That we came together as Americans. We were united as Americans. We still are Americans. Many have forgotten this very fact in recent times.
Those that perished on this fateful day of September 11th, 2001.
Those that gave all in order to save lives. Heroes that walk among us to this day.
Those who survived only succumbed to it days, months, and years later.
That we are all equal by way of our maker
This is republished each year as I find it so important to include:
On each anniversary of 9/11, my thoughts return to two fellow NWTF members Cynthia Giugliano & Walter Weaver that we lost that day. A memorial webpage can be found at http://www.turkey-talk.com/9_11_01_memorial.htm
As you toe up on the start line of your favorite road race or triathlon or enjoy another fall season hunting our nation’s forests, fishing the lakes and streams of our great land, I ask that each of you give thought to those that serve us. In your travels, I ask that you take the time to thank those that serve us, and continue to support what they do for our country.
Along with counting your blessings, say a prayer for all innocent victims, and that you do something on your part to make the world just a little bit better for those around you. We can all benefit from a little emphasis on random acts of kindness.
-MJ
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Well Said. Young man, Well Said.