My rambling thoughts this morning, on the ten-year anniversary of September 11, 2001.
The events of that day changed my life forever, and not in a good way. For me, it was the beginning of an unraveling.
On that day in 2001, my son stayed home from school with a bad cold. As we watched Good Morning America, Charlie Gibson announced the events as the first and second planes hit the WTC. My most vibrant memories from that time were my shock when the second plane hit, realizing then that we were under attack, and later, the images of people jumping from the towers.
I stayed glued to the television for days, the voices of Peter Jennings, and Ted Koppel both informing and soothing me during that time. I grieved not only for the people who died, but for an entire way of life that I knew had been lost.
On September 12, I, a life-long Democrat, a bleeding heart Liberal, in the spirit of unity that was so prevalent in those days, swore fealty to the man I had become fond of mocking, and hated for his theft of the presidency, George W. Bush. That lasted until Iraq.
Today, I sit with the memories of that time, and I know, deep in my heart, that if it were to happen today, there would be no unity in America.
