Choose love …

We all remember where we were. It was an earth-shattering day. A wake up call. And it didn’t matter who we were or where we were, it was a day that we were all called to action.

I was in my car on the way to work when I got the call. I hadn’t worked in years but my old employer asked if I could take a hospital contract since I lived so close to the site. With Sid and George in pre-school I jumped at the chance. It was my husband who had called me. He asked if I knew if my aunt was working in the towers that day. I had no idea why he would be asking me that. For some reason I hadn’t turned on the television nor the radio. I was oblivious to what was happening. And I was in utter shock when he told me.

After checking on Sid and George, I continued on to work. I still don’t know why. No one would have questioned if I had decided it was more important to get my kids, go home and confirm that my family back east was safe. All I can say is that it just seemed to flow naturally.

About two hours later, after absorbing that the United States was under attack, and finding out that my family was no where near the city that day, I was part of a team that was searching hospital rooms for suspicious packages. All the hospitals in our area were receiving bomb threats. Looking back on it now, I don’t think I would have known what a suspicious package even looked like. I was a social worker not a part of a bomb squad. But there I was, discretely checking hospital rooms for anything that I felt looked concerning. Again, it all just seemed to flow naturally. But I wasn’t alone. That day we were all called to do more than we we could have ever expected. And when I say “called” I don’t mean it was a physical call or someone asking. What I saw that day, across our great nation, was that people JUST DID what they felt they needed to do to help. It was beautiful, and sadly for some, that reaction to be of help ended tragically. But seeing the natural propensity to DO GOOD, will forever leave a lasting imprint on my heart and memory. Regardless of our political affiliations, our race or ethnicity, our socioeconomic standing, our education level, our sexual orientation or our religious beliefs, our souls banded together for the greater good. And it was one of the most incredible things I’ve ever seen. And through our grief and healing we came together as a country. We were proud to be Americans. Homes were adorned with flags. We gained a sense of family and togetherness. I felt that it was such an amazing way to honor our fallen heroes. There was a patriotism that swept across our country that I had never seen before in my lifetime. It had me in awe. It still does. I want that for us. I want that for us every minute of every day … because I honestly can’t think of a better way to win against hate and terror and evil, than to show an abundance of genuine love for one another despite all of our differences.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you choose love!!!

Heroes …

Today my day was simple. It was a day at home with my H-Crew. We ate hotdogs and hamburgers and hung out. I even got a nap and a run in. It was nothing special at all … really.

But is that true? Was it REALLY nothing special?

My day was not filled with worries about guns or bombs or terrorists. I knew my H-Crew and I were safe. We could come and go as we pleased. We could virtually do, say and be anything we wanted.

We were free … just to be.

Nothing special???


Today we lived a life allowed to us because someone (MANY MANY MANY someones) made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedoms. It doesn’t matter what you did today, whatever it was, it was a gift given to us by another human being who laid their life down for us … and THAT is pretty darn special.

Well, I hope you all had a day where you honored a hero!!!