On the morning of September 11, 2001, The Today Show did a quick story about an event at Washington's Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts. I have no recollection of what that event was -- naturally the news of the today overtook it -- but I do remember one of the last things I saw before the first plane hit the Tower and our world changed forever.
It was grainy news footage of President Kennedy from 1962 regarding the importance of The National Cultural Center, which would be renamed for him:
"I am certain that after the dust of centuries has passed over our
cities, we, too, will be remembered not for victories or defeats in
battle or in politics, but for our contribution to the human spirit."
And so it is after 9/11. It's no longer the rage over the unwarranted attack on civilians that moves me. It's the tremendous pride and tenderness I feel when I recall how we all pulled together to overcome it.
God bless everyone who perished, and everyone who persevered, the day Al Queda put "a black hole in the sun."
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
That gave me the chills!
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