Nine. Eleven.

I posted this on another site on which I do some writing, and I thought it would be good for this blog as well.

To most Americans those two numbers have a very specific meaning. People say it was the day that the world changed. I am not sure if that is true, but it was a day that my world changed. I remember sitting in a small car repair place that was owned by the Johnson brothers. They were the closest place to my house that worked on Volkswagens... so I was there quite a bit. This particular fix was taking a while and I was sitting in the front room just reading something.Then one of them came up and said that they thought they heard some guy on the radio talking about a building on fire in New York. From there we turned on the small TV they had and watched. What we first thought was some sick prank by a radio shock-jock soon became all too real.

I don't remember driving home that day, but I know I spent most of the rest of it in front of my TV at home and talking with countless people on the phone.I have never lived in New York; only visisted a couple of times, and yet I felt deeply connected to the tragedy that happened that day. It is hard to believe that is has already been 7 years. So much has changed in my life, in our country. And yet, so much is the same.

It is amazing sometimes how life falls back into the norm even after seemingly unforgettable events. That is why we have to take time to remember those things that need to be remembered. I took time to do so today and encourage you to do the same.