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I could reflect on September 11th, 2001 and share what I did that day, what I felt, experienced and lived through. My memories are old though and can't be trusted to be true. To be honest, what I did that day, what I felt, experienced and lived through doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things. We all lived through it and have our own stories which probably only have meaning to us.
I could write on how my world changed with two wars, increased security (and fear and paranoia), and the broken political system we live in, but you already know it, just listen to the shouting heads on tv. We lost the united resolute ethos within a few years so that much is over. Besides, Bin Laden is dead.
I could commend the bravery of the firefighters, police officers, and soldiers who gave their all on that day and in the wars since, but we already know of their heroism. They should be honored and anything I say would add nothing to the mountains of sentiment going toward them.
A few years ago I heard a presentation from an eighty-something year old woman. Every year she swims a race from Alcatraz to San Francisco. The race is over a mile long in cool waters with a current pulling the swimmers out into the Pacific. She told us that during the race she flips over and backstrokes to rest and use other muscles. During that time she looks back at where she came from, Alcatraz. She has learned though if she becomes to fixated on it, the current will pull her off course, so she has to continually look around and forward again to keep her bearing. Before she ended her talk she gave me some of the best advice about living.
"It is OK to look back at the past, just don't stare."On this anniversary, I choose to remain quiet, live my life, try to create something, do yard work, and move on trying to ease the pains in my body, heart, soul, and mind that are distant and recent. Maybe that is the lesson of all of this for me. Never forget, but keep moving on.