God Bless America!

Today is the 9th anniversary of that fateful day that changed the lives of Americans.  As I sit here, I remember where I was, what I was doing, and that I wasn't scared so much as I was very very sad that in our lifetimes, this is what was going to be a moment that was never forgotten. 
A lot of people my age and older remember that day when JFK was shot down.  Or the day his brother Robert was shot down...........I vaguely remember that. 
But September 11, 2001 is a day I'll never forget.  I was bathing a dog in the vet clinic I worked at, with 2 people I got along with and respected.  We listened to the radio, we got chills running up and down our backbones.  We were worried about our loved ones.  We didn't have television there so we could not see what others were seeing as it was being reported.  We could only listen, make phone calls and try to ensure our loved ones were safe.  We went on with our lives because when you work somewhere that animals depend on you, you need to keep going. 
I hated seeing the sights of the people dying that day.  I tend to want to remember the people that were brave enough to try to help.
I also remember the silence in the skies in the days following.  The lack of flight.  No planes - none except occasionally the fighter pilots.  And when we heard those, we froze.  It was so strange....we lived centrally located to three major airports and it was not normal to not hear planes all the time.

I pray for all those that have lost family and friends on that horrible day nine years ago.  I pray that this country never goes through another awful day like that.  I know that our great country has survived some awful times.......wars, the stock market crash.........so I also pray that we grow stronger as a country, a humanity that remembers that it all can be gone in one fateful moment.
I appreciate the freedom I have in this great country of ours.  I wish that all of us, every American, could pull together and realize that as one, we are stronger and braver, than as many that are scattered and fighting each other.

Today, I take my Therapy Dog Evan to the library for the kids to read to him.  We are there about an hour, and then I come home, leave the dogs behind and gather things that I need to take to our quarterly meeting for the Welcome Waggers Therapy Dogs.  We have a meeting and a lunch - today will be a picnic.  It's clear, cool, and the weather is very reminiscent of the weather nine years ago.  I pray that today will be a better day and that we will enjoy ourselves.  In the back of MY mind, I will be remembering those lost nine years ago. 

God Bless America!