I was eating pancakes this morning, smeared with peanut butter and jam (I keep forgetting to buy syrup at the grocery store, but one monkey don't stop no show!).
Watching CNN coverage of the memorial services honoring 9.11 victims and survivors.
But there was this one story...
about twins born on 9.11.01.
The girls celebrate their 6th birthday today.
I burst into tears during that story.
It wasn't a surface cry. I wanted it to be that way, but my emotions didn't cooperate with my mind.
I haven't cried that way since 2005, when one of my little kindergarten students died unexpectedly.
Catharsis is good for the soul. Anguish needs a release.
Though I didn't know anyone who died on September 11, 2001...
The day was a turning point.
The U.S., fraught with all of its problems and a murky history in its treatment of my people, was still in theory, the land of the free and the home of the brave.
That day made me realize... while all God's children are special...
We all meet demise in one way or another... And our country is not immune to acts of hatred, whether perpetuated domestically or by those who were born on other shores.
Rodney King's words apply not just to Los Angeles residents, but to residents of this entire planet...
"Can't we all just get along?"
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
9.11
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2 comments:
sadly the answer to Rodney's question is always proven to be, "no...we can't"
That is my greatest fear as a mother. People no longer agree to disagree. People will take each other's lives over things as mundane and simple as words...or shoes....or misinterpretations...
how do you protect against not just the evils of terrorism...but the evils of the dehumanization of humanity. Weaker and Wiser indeed.
I'm glad you had a good cleansing. you knows tears back up and make you evil hahahaha
You are soooo funny! But you're right. If I find i'm getting all mad and being all cantankerous, i probably just need a good cry! *smile*
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