Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Remembering 9-11

Eleven years ago today I got on a small airplane and flew to Indianapolis, Indiana, for a one-day training session with the employees in our office there.

I arrived at 7:15 local time and picked up a rental car.  While driving to the office I heard the announcement of a strange incident, not much known but there were rumors that an airplane, as yet unidentified, had crashed into the tower at the World Trade Center in New York City.

If you are more than six years old you know something about that day.  It's been replayed on TV and in the movies and in newspapers and magazines.

That day in Indiana it didn't seem real at first.  People watched events unfold in the conference room over a lunch that was brought in so we wouldn't have to leave.  After lunch, people drifted out to go home to their families.  Businesses closed.  Gas stations were suddenly raising prices and faced with long lines of cars needing fill-ups.

I couldn't fly home, so I went to Target to get toiletries and an outfit for the next day.  I hadn't planned to stay so I didn't even have a toothbrush, and I never carry makeup in my purse!  Target had about 11 customers, all of us wandering around looking for the toothbrushes.

Grabbing a hotel room, I called the travel agency to extend the car.  It's a five hour drive back home from there so I wasn't stranded.  The travel agent said not to worry, nobody was expecting any car rentals to be turned back in that day and they would waive the normal penalty for returning the car to a different spot than the pickup.

Our company president sent an email saying the firm would reimburse us for any reasonable costs to stay safe and travel home by whatever means.

The airport was spooky when I returned the rental and picked up my car.  Soldiers with dogs roamed the aisle, and I encountered a very frantic woman who needed to drive from Wisconsin to California and was not happy about it.

I never thought about air travel the same way again.  I am ever thankful for TSA and anyone else who does the screening.  I try never to complain about the scanners and the security lines.  I would much rather stand in line and be scanned that to be blown up or crash!!

We take our way of life for granted.  We assume because we think we're the greatest nation in the world, so does everyone else. 

Every time I hear a rant about sending jobs overseas or importing goods or "buy American" I wonder why we can't do with just a little less so other people in the world can have a little more.  There's no excuse for terrorism, but I can totally understand how those who have nothing can be so angry that they hate those who have more than they do.

Am I my brother's keeper?  Christians believe we are... I think that means that we have a responsibility to care for the poor, give to legitimate charities, show our living faith by our works.  I hope I can live that out in some small way.  I often sew for charity projects and hope that each item I send out carries with it the love I put into making it.

I'm glad to be alive to write this.  I'm happy you are alive to read this.  Life can be gone in an instant.  Do good while you're here.

Sew on!

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