it’s september 11th. that thought has been in the back of my head all day today.
it started this morning on my drive to school. i still listen to the same radio station that i did eight years ago. i vividly remember listening the morning of september 11, 2001. that morning, as i drove from denton to dallas, stuck in traffic and very upset, they were my tether to the normal world--the world i would never see again. this morning that same radio show played a tribute that featured some of the audio from that morning so long ago. i teared up.
on campus, a few colleagues and i took a few moments to remember the day. we discussed where we were when we got the news and that, for our young students, that may be the only day in their lives so far where they remember exactly where they were.
in class it happened again. it seems that my september 11th experience has always revolved around the classroom. it’s where i was when i got the news, and it’s where i’ve been every year since.
later with my friends in a semi-crowded theater, we watched a movie that started with a plane crash. again i was reminded of the date.
i’m not saying anything significant by stating that i don’t think i’ll ever have a september 11th where i don’t have these thoughts in the back of my mind. and i think that’s a good thing.
remembering that day makes me appreciate the little things more. running through the rain on a warm summer night, the smell of coffee brewing in the morning, the feeling of finding a perfect new book. all of these insignificant things seem more vivid today.
why is it so easy to forget how lucky we have it? to take pleasure in the simple things?
i don’t know the answers to those questions, but i do know that at least today, september 11th, i do a better job of appreciating the small things.