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!!!


Honoring heroes …

Today Reese’s school had a Veterans’ Day Ceremony and all the Girl and Boy Scouts participated. Reese is a new Brownie so today was a BIG deal. OK, I think I was way more excited than she was, HA! Anyway, Reese got to be one of the flag carriers. And she did GREAT! Now, I know she’s my kid, but goodness this little girl could not have been cuter and her mom couldn’t have been prouder. I was thrilled that she got to participate in something so meaningful.

Well, I hope you all have day where you honor your heroes!!!

I’m not ready to say goodbye …

The relationships that we have with one another are gifts. People who touch our lives in wildly positive ways, are heroes. Valuing each encounter with people like this is insurmountably important … because one day they may be gone. Today I’m not writing about the ones who have passed away. I am writing about the ones who move on. People who no longer will serve the role (so to speak) that they did in your life as they had before. And not for a negative reason either. No fight or disagreement occurred, just life getting in the way. Or rather making another way … for them. It’s hard when you are the one being left behind. Tears fall. The loss, painful. It’s at times like these when I try to be thankful for the moments I did have with these wonderful souls. But my grief often gets the best of me, and for at least a little while, I am sad.

Well, I hope you all had a day where you weren’t ready to say goodbye!!!

Never forget …

If you ask someone who was born in New York and has lived everywhere else virtually since birth, my guess is that they will always consider themselves a New Yorker first. No matter how many years they lived somewhere else, New York probably holds a big enough place in their hearts to keep that standing. I know, because I am one of them. Most people cannot even begin to understand this on a normal day … but on September 11, 2001 the world understood. That day we all became New Yorkers with a pride in our country like we had not seen in decades.

New York was once the main entrance into our country. Our ancestors who immigrated here felt pride in becoming part of a land filled with so much potential. Our melting pot was full of hope. And out of the ashes of the terrorist attacks on 9/11 I believe some of that hope and pride was found again.

Sid and G3 had just started pre-school so I had called my old employer to see if she had any contracts to keep me busy. Thankfully she did. I never let the kids watch television before school and it had been an unusually busy morning so I never turned my car stereo on and was just enjoying the silence on my drive into the hospital. I was almost there when I received a call from my husband. He must have immediately realized I was clueless. He then asked, “Do you know if your aunt is working in the city today?” I said I didn’t, and then I asked why.

I spent the next few hours trying to find my aunt. Thankfully she was at her other home in North Carolina. I checked on Sid and G3 who were safe, so I continued on to the hospital after my husband’s call. I think I was in shock just like the rest of the world. It took me months to be able to actually watch footage of the towers fall. I couldn’t bear to watch it in it’s entirety. It was just too much for me.

As scared and confused as I felt that day, I also felt a fierce and passionate need to do my part. To be an American and do whatever my country called me to do. So many heroes acted without question that day. From ground zero to little towns across the country. We did what we needed to, and did so naturally. We just, did.

We had bomb threats at our hospital and were asked several times to go through patients rooms looking for suspicious packages. What? Social workers looking for bombs?!?! As crazy as that seems to me now, it didn’t then. I’m not even sure any of us would have known what something suspicious would have looked like, but we all tried anyway. Again, we just, did.

I look back at that day and remember the terror and uncertainty that literally everyone in our country was feeling. But I also remember how brave and proud we all felt at the same time too. We. All of us. Coming together to be whatever our country needed us to be. WOW. We weren’t looking for compensation. We didn’t see what was “in it” for us first. It was not selfish or self driven. And no matter how big or how small the act we performed was, we knew it was for the betterment of all. There was no selfishness in that day. We just, did.

In all of my adult life I don’t think I’ve ever heard as much complaining about our country as I do today. I’m not writing today to get into a political rant either. I don’t ever go there. But I will say this.

We need to stop complaining so much. Despite our problems, I am pretty sure none of us would want to give up our citizenship and go live somewhere else. And we need to remember that … especially today.

I look at it as down right disrespectful to our troops to keep complaining without action. They are literally giving up their lives so we can sit back and complain about how bad it is here. WHAT THE HECK?!?!

If you want to change something go join a HEALTHY NORMAL PEACEFUL LAW ABIDING group who’s mission is to facilitate positive change in our country. Go to rallies. VOTE. Heck, stuff envelopes for an organization that supports the changes you want to see. But please, STOP sitting on your butts complaining on your social media page about how bad things are. I’m not saying to stop expressing your opinions … but coupling that with some action, may actually make a difference. Get up … and do.

Thirteen years ago today our country was attacked my terrorists. As a result, our world has never been the same again. Virtually everyone came together to do their part that day. We stood together. Heroes were made, and sadly, many were lost. That day in our country’s history we just, DID. Without question or complaint and without promise of reward. We acted like Americans should.

Let’s honor the memory of that day and of our fallen heroes … by always remembering to, selflessly and honorably … do …

Well, I hope you all have a day where you NEVER FORGET!!!


True heroes …

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to the men (biologically connected or not) who willingly and lovingly are raising or did raise up a child. To the ones who stood up, stood in or rose to the occasion to be there for a child. The positive male influences. The figures that remained constant or at least remained long enough to leave a lasting impression. To the ones who led or lead by being a strong example. To the men who were, are and always will be there. The providers. The boo boo kissers. The ones who teach respect for oneself and who ease the pain of life’s lessons. Today is your day … and I truly hope you enjoy it!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you celebrate a true hero!!!