It is an early morning and I was thinking about how it has been such a long week and that a four day week always seems longer. My next thought was I am thankful to get to experience these types of weeks.
Today of course is September 11th and as I am old enough to remember that tragic day it still gives me goosebumps. This week I have taught about this day. Although I teach 4th graders that were not yet born on that day they do seem to know a lot about the day. I will continue to teach them about this.
I remember that on that day I found out about everything happening right before my second hour math class in seventh grade. I was in Illinois so the Towers had been struck and the Pentagon had just been hit. The heroic passengers of Flight 93 were on their way to taking the plane down. We watched the footage on repeat for days.
In later years, I would have the pleasure of making a friend during Intelligence Specialist “A” school in the Navy that would relay how he was playing stick ball in the streets of New York City as it happened. He said he had skipped school and was able to run home to safety after they watched the planes crash into the towers. I cannot imagine the fear that happened in DC, New York City, and Shanksville, PA that day and the many days that followed. As a country American came together.
For many years, I have watched as the family members have read the names of those lives lost. I don’t know if that will happen today as we are in the middle of a pandemic that requires social distancing. However, maybe someone reading this will be able to share with a family that lost someone. I remember.
Nineteen years later and still the biggest tragedy of my life. As I get my miles in today I dedicate them to those that lost their lives that day. Four flights that changed the world and impacted so many people in such a short time. I will do four miles today to remember those four flights, four places, and so many thousands of people.
Go for a run, do something you are passionate about, be kind, be you.