It was a beautiful September morning. I was standing in line at a market and I heard the cashier mention to someone in front of me that a plane had crashed into one of the World Trade towers in New York and I was thinking that when I got home (I wasn't working that day) I'd have to flip on one of the news channels to check it out, assuming that it was some small private craft. I got home and saw live coverage of the two towers on fire interspersed with taped footage of the initial impacts and was mesmerized, it hardly seemed real, more like a supercharged Hollywood thriller than real life. I couldn't have been watching for more than ten minutes when the first tower collapsed, and the other tower, what, twenty or so minutes later and I was just stunned, not even angry yet but more just completely stunned, stunned by the images, stunned by the loss of innocent lives, later watching as President Bush, Mayor Giuliani, and other officials tried to begin to craft a response out of chaos, and in the initial days and weeks that followed was struck by the seeming coming together of our nation, our petty and sometimes not-so-petty differences paling beside the stronger and more important commonalities we share as a people, as Americans. Over the succeeding months this unity has frayed a bit, and in one sense maybe this is a good thing, it shows that we are beginning to get back "to normal" and a people, a nation as diverse as us is bound to have significant disagreements, over many things. But at the end of the day, one hopes that we can still focus just a bit on what we share, that "it" we have, that America has, that the forces of evil and intolerance around the world envy and despise and wish to bring down to their level and destroy. My own feelings and emotions mean nothing compared to those who lost loved ones one year ago today, and they should be remembered in our thoughts and prayers. I've always had a pretty good love and appreciation for what America is; that wasn't a lesson I took from last year. I had hoped that I might gain a little better appreciation for the fleeting nature of life and be more willing, more open to going after what is important in life, not getting so caught up in the routine, the day-to-day, not just for me but as a small way to remember, to honor, those who lost that opportunity last September 11. I can't say I've honored them as much as I'd have hoped. They deserve better.
"O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave/O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?"