9/11
(Photo from US Army)
The sky isn’t as blue today as it was on the morning of 2001.
It was the most shocking thing that had ever happened in my life.
But when you’re in charge of kids (I was a teacher, god I was so young), you spring into action.
A lot of my kids had parents working at the pentagon.
It took a long time for the parents to get to school, and the phones weren’t working very well.
My best friend worked in tower 3, and I couldn’t get him on the phone for a long time. He was making his way through the city to his girlfriend (now wife).
I didn’t know that my path would cross, six years later, with someone who lost her fiancé that day. And another friend who was piloting a huge jet into DC that day, circling and circling.
And the military cost, so many lives.
And the racism, the anti-Muslim sentiment alive and well today.
The ramifications just circle and circle out…
Like everything in life, right?
I went to my father in law that day, shocked and scared. He had spent time in a POW camp in WWII, he’s seen some shit. I said, “Tats, what’s happening? What do we do?” He shrugged, took a sip of his coffee and said, “Welcome to the rest of the world, this is how it is.”
And I was strangely comforted.