This week we’re switching things around and the regular business post will be published on Friday this week, to give me the opportunity to share some more family and relationship focused reflections today. Today is 9/11. 18 years ago 4 planes were used in a terror attack that devastated the lives of all Americans and countless others around the world were also affected by the actions of people who had a hatred towards what the US represents or has done.
If I’m honest it’s not something I can really understand. I don’t have a hatred so deep of something or someone that I can understand the willingness to make a plan to kill thousands of people, let alone little children. I can’t imagine putting into action a plan that will definitely cause destruction, especially unknown destruction. I understand the concepts of controlled burns when it comes to fire prevention, or about sacrificing one structure to make sure the others around them, and the people in them, are safe. But I can’t understand the reasoning behind taking over planes and flying them into buildings where people live and work intentionally.
Each year we see footage and hear stories of the men and women who were there, of the fear they experienced, of their willingness to head into the zone even though they didn’t really know what they were heading into or what really happened. I can remember all those years ago seeing it on TV for the first time and not really believing it. But with report after report of loss of life and the many pictures and videos that were shown, I quickly knew that this was a reality and that not only had lives been lost but more men and women were putting their lives on the line for those who might be trapped. It hurts to know that even today not all of the families have gotten to give their lost loved ones a proper burial, that some never really got to say goodbye. It still hurts to know that people wanted to hurt people in this way.
But what I’ve been struck by today as I’ve watched some of the footage and read some of the stories of men and women who were killed or willingly put their lives on the line is about life. We don’t often stop to think about the over 20,000 people who were saved because the first responders did their job. We don’t think about their relief as they returned to their firehouses and found their brothers and sisters of the heart who had returned as well. We don’t think about the gift of life that was given to people because people fought to bring the plane down over Pennsylvania instead of letting it get to the intended target. We don’t think about the boys and girls who are alive and now looking at their 18th birthday without a parent that they never knew.
But the fact is they’re alive and so are we. Yes, we should pause and grieve for the lives lost. They are people who will never live to grow old or spend time with their families or have (more) kids or make an impact on the world in the way they thought they would. But they would not want their legacy to be one of hatred, anger or grief. Many gave their lives so we could be free and live our lives. Choose to support those who put their lives on the line then and still today. Choose to have hope for tomorrow. Choose to make the world we share a better place, a place that tragedies like 9/11 will be fewer and farther between. Choose to live today.