Saturday, September 10, 2011

Remembering...

I know it's not politically correct, but I don't particularly like September 11 Memorials.  I just don't like feeling sad and dwelling on horrible atrocities.  I almost feel like it's giving more satisfaction to those awful men who orchestrated. 

 This week when the 10th anniversary was mentioned on the news or the radio, I found myself switching stations.  In the past I've always been a "just get through the day" kind of girl, trying hard not to remember those haunting images.  

But yesterday, there was one man who called into the radio station and unexpectedly, he shared about 9/11.  I don't remember word-for-word what he said, but his message was beautiful.  He said that whenever he thinks of 9/11, he thinks of firefighters and police.  He thinks of people who flocked to the city to help, he thinks of the stories of altruism, but most of all he thinks of the beauty of the human spirit.  The resilient human spirit.  He went on to say that 9/11 was an atrocity toward all humans, how the world stopped when it happened, but the world also began to pick up and to live again, to forgive again. And that's what he wishes would be celebrated this weekend.