Beatles reference. Gotta love it! Yesterday was 9/11. It is a day that is full of so many memories.
I was a sophomore in college. I was leaving my 7:30 am archery class when I got a call from a friend. One of his siblings worked in DC at the time and he was panicking.
After trying to calm him down, I got home and got ready for work. I was sitting in the living room watching the news coverage. I could take my eyes off it. I kept thinking that it was a horrible mistake. The thought of terrorism didn’t cross my mind until 9:03 am.
At 9:03 am, the United States changed. There was fear that has never gone away completely. There was also something else that happened that day.
There was a feeling of connection to the victims. I am not a New Yorker. I have never been to New York, but I plan to go one day. On that day, my heart was broken for all New Yorkers. Corny, I know, but it’s true. Everyone wanted to show support and love to everyone that was suffering that day.
Oh, how times have changed. Today, we are divided. Divided over the smallest things. Freaking shoes has everyone’s panties in a bunch. Do I support that kneeling? No. I really don’t care what anyone hasn’t to say about that. Do I feel proud that I live in a country where you allowed to protest? You’re damn skippy!
But today, you have to take a side. You have to either kneel or stand. I have loved ones that are Republicans and some that are Democrats. I tend to see both sides.
“She’s using 9/11 to get all political.” Settle down Sally. I say all of that to say this. I miss the days where we were together. No matter how brief it was, I miss that time.
There were terrorists out to get us. That wanted to hurt and destroy us. Well folks, we are doing that ourselves. We are trying to destroy those that hold different views from us. We are doing the destroying. We want to hurt and destroy others for their beliefs. Sound familiar?
People will have different opinions and that’s great. I love having an all out argument with a friend or a family member about this policy and, at the end, still loving the other person, because we aren’t just that, people that need to be loved.
Please put the protest signs down and quit screaming at each other long enough to remember that seventeen years ago, people lost spouses, children lost parents, and a nation stood together, heartbroken but together.