On this day, the 8th anniversary of the day America changed, it just doesn't seem right to compose a post about the cookies I baked today. Or the football game I'll attend tonight. Eight years ago everything changed, yet my memory of the day is still crystal clear. I am still as angry, sad, heartbroken, mortified, as if it had happened yesterday. I wonder if that will ever change.
It just doesn't seem right for me to write about my thoughts or emotions on what happened September 11th. There are so many people more qualified to write that post and tell their story.
What I can speak about is the little lesson that I learned 8 years ago. The habit I picked up.
I am always reachable.
My cell phone never leaves my side and it's usually in my hand. On a walk, at the pool, grabbing the mail, a quick run to drop off my kid. I am reachable.
The phone calls that were placed that day haunt me still. People calling for help or speaking to a loved one from a hijacked airplane. Husbands calling their wife one last time from the top of a burning building. I always think, as horrific as that situation was, they could make that one last phone call.
So my phone is by my side. And I hope and pray that I never have to use it for this kind of situation. I hope and pray I never get that kind of call. But if my phone does ring, I will be there to answer.