September 11, 2001 is a day I will never forget. I wrote about it last year, which you can read here, but I wanted to post something new.
I think about September 11 today as I do every year since, with sadness, but this year I thought about one of my brother’s best friends. His friend gets married in November, and his father will not be there to witness this son’s wedding. This lost has profoundly affected my brother’s friend and his family, which I know does not make him unique, but it touches me because my brother’s friend is more like the brother he never had. If his father had not died, this young man may not have attended law school and met my brother, but… I feel for this young man and the pain he feels without his father, with whom he was very close.
I am also thinking about all the controversy about protesting the American flag and the National Anthem. I am very much an advocate of the First Amendment, and I appreciate the fact that protesting is a part of this freedom. I have the right to also speak my peace, and I vehemently disagree with protesting the National Anthem and the American Flag, especially on a day like September 11th. Regardless of your thoughts about race., religion, whether the government has told us the full story of what has happened, today is a day that has greatly affect most Americans and how we live our lives. It is a day that many brave men and women stepped up to serve and protect those in need and made the ultimate sacrifice to their city and to their country. They did that without hesitation or thought, they did what they did best – spring into action to save lives. Thank you, NYPD, FDNY, and others in public service for your bravery and sacrifice that day and always.
If you want to protest, please do that on another day. Today, please just remember the men and women who died and pray for the families they left behind.
On my own to one destination across the country, I would likely opt for an airplane as I did for my recent NYC weekend trip. It made sense to keep the travel as concise as possible on a relatively short visit with my Brother and his girlfriend, especially with the real possibility of crazy rain or snow between New York and Texas. Also, for this reason, I fly nonstop, as I don’t which to be stranded at an in-between spot due to bad weather somewhere else.
However, I see the value of a road trip, especially with someone you love AND get along with. this very important when you are driving through the middle of nowhere confined to an enclosed space! Boyfriend and I have taken many road trips, some for fun but also for family reasons and moving to Texas. Also, it is important to like driving because the trip will not enjoyable if driving is a chore. Taking periodic breaks helps.
Two of our road trips lasted about two weeks and involved multiple states. The Southern Road Trip took us to Louisville, KY; Lynchburg, TN; Atlanta, GA, Hattiesburg, MS; New Orleans, LA; Houston, TX; San Antonio, TX; and Austin, TX before we headed home. That road trip taught me lessons about planning with friends you haven’t seen in years and involving them integral parts of your trips because this trip should have included Columbus, MS and didn’t because we left Hattiesburg unexpectedly and kept going. The details need a post of their own, enough said. The Mountain Time Zone Road Trip took us to Colorado State University/Fort Collins, CO; The Royal Gorge/Canon City, CO; Billy The Kid/Fort Sumner, NM; Santa Fe, NM; Moab, Arches National Park/ Moab, UT; Utah State University/Antelope Island/Salt Lake City/Ogden/Logan, UT; Bear lake and Idaho State University/Pocatello, ID; Grand Tetons National Park/Jackson, WY; and South Dakota State University/Brookings, SD. Whew!
Two months later, we took a short trip around the Midwest to Mankato, Minneapolis, and Duluth, MN and to Winona, WI. The Mountain Time Zone and the Midwest trips were taken to help Boyfriend and I determine to where we wanted to move but we chose the Great State of Texas over the rest for many reasons. If we had not driven to and around some of these destinations, we have missed out on some really cool things and also the things that would help factor into the decisions we made.
I like having a semi-structured plan on our road trips with room to add destinations we hear about or to re-route if needed, which is easier to do driving than it is with coordinating flights to multiple locations. Boyfriend is very good with a map and he has navigated us through a good portion of our American adventures. In fact, we have only been lost using printed directions from MapQuest and Google. So much for technology!
We technically took a road time this past summer but it was just to the Chicago area and back to Texas due to Boyfriend’s mother’s death and for him to tie us loose ends. I only hope we can plan another fun road trip for summer 2016, but I know we plan to take a few short trips around Texas to state parks or to Fredericksburg. We have only lived in Texas for a little more than two years and there is much left to explore!
Today was my last day at work. I have been preparing for a week now, getting rid of old papers, neatening up my cubicle, and making sure I have all of my uniforms and other bits and pieces to return. It seems like I have been leaving for quite awhile but it’s really just two weeks since I gave my notice.
I have been wearing “real” clothes for the past three days and mostly staying in the office to finish documentation and make a few notification phone calls. I was blown away by the kind words from clients, some of whom I have worked with for the better part of a year. One in particular called me today to talk one last time… she was my favorite, though you are never supposed to say that. She is a disabled women in her 60’s with a big smile and a warm spirit. She told me that I was a great worker and that people like me move up on move on within her company or get better positions elsewhere, and that employers expect that. Oddly enough, I was contact about the position I recently accepted with another agency but which I applied and interviewed for a few months ago. While I feel a bit sad that she will no longer be my client, I learned from her never give up attitude and feel better knowing that someone I helped is truly happy for me. We touched each others lives, and I will remember her always.
I feel like I am going in the right direction and I am happy to have tied up my loose ends in a professional manner. While I feel that my now former agency could do a few things different, I realize that there are things I could have done differently, too. I could have been a bit more willing to see others point of view, and I could have spoken up regarding issues with direct co-workers. I later found out that a specific person who was repeatedly bossy and rude to me was triangulating people in our program and was feeding information to the boss which made her look good and others, including me bad. This person was, ultimately a bully, and I was happy to gently mention the person (without the name but the boss will be able to figure it out) in an employment exit questionnaire. I feel good about how things were left with me, the management and everyone but the nameless person, who is on leave. I will reach out periodically, partially to keep in touch and partially because you never know when you need a contact, or a reference, or what life will throw your way. I am looking forward to my new job, which I start in a week and a half, and to my mini-break. NYC, here I come!
Fourteen years ago, I made my way to New York city for the first time. I had dreamed of visiting for years, and decided to visit my brother who was attending college nearby in New Jersey. That week was one of the best times of my life, and I know that this trip meant a lot to my brother as well. I went to many of the great tourist attractions, took into the spirit of NYC, ate lots of NYC pizza and hot dogs from every street vendor I could, and I got to attend my first New York Yankees baseball game. I maybe from Chicago, but I love New York!
I grew up in a household watching the U.S. Open tennis tournament every year. I heard stories from my Dad who had visited NYC many times, including as a youngster with my grandfather. A frame photo of the New York City skyline hung in our living room and still does today. I would always ask my Dad about the different buildings as a child, and he got a booklet from a NYC colleague so he could better show me and teach me their names. I knew where the different ports were, which river was the East and which was the Hudson. I knew the different bridges: the Verrazano-Narrows bridge, the Manhattan bridge, and the Brooklyn bridge. I knew the Empire State building, the Chrysler building, and the World Trade center, also know as the Twin Towers.
I, like most Americans, remember how my day started and what happened on September 11, 2001. I was getting ready to go to a new job, getting dressed and checking the news. I saw them report that the World Trade Center had been hit, and I saw the smoke pluming from one building, then the other. I remember my Dad calling the house from work, telling us to turn on the TV if we hadn’t already. I remember the shock, what was going on? How could this happen? Was my brother, across the river in Jersey City going to be safe?
I was in the world Trade Center five months earlier, with my brother and a friend, looking out on one of the world’s greatest cities from the observation deck. I spent a lot of time walking around that area, and have many pictures taken of and from the World Trade Center. I remember thinking, wow, I could have been in those building when this shocking, unbelievable, and very tragic event happened. I wasn’t, but so many other people were. They all got up that day just as I had, and their lives were changed forever. Many people lost family and friends that were in those buildings, working, trying to rescue people, or just visiting New York City. They died due to a horrible tragedy that I hope never happens to our country ever again. One of my brother’s dearest friends lost his father that day.
My brother and his friends helped out by loading supplies in the boats that cross the river to the NYC side. He said that they had to get their minds off what happened and wanted to do something to help. The shock and horror of what happened took a backseat to their desire to be part of the solution. They cheered on and gave their time to the firefighters and other workers that were now searching for people at Ground Zero to boost their morale and express their appreciation. I will never know exactly what that experience was like for my brother, who later moved across the river to Manhattan. He sent us wonderful pictures capturing the spirit of NYC fighting back and banding together, one of which made it into a 9-11 commemoration book.
I visited Ground Zero in May 2002 while I was in NYC for my brother’s college graduation. It was indescribable. Those tall, strong buildings with the beautiful view of the city were not only gone, but an ugly, gaping hole in the ground with the remainder of the debris was left in its place. There were makeshift memories surrounding the area, poster of lost loved ones, posting of thank you for the people around the world who felt New Yorkers’ and Americans’ pain. It was an overwhelming scene and I was overcome with emotion, but glad that I had my memories. Even today, seeing pictures of the World Trade Center evoke feelings of happiness, sadness, and wonder about the why and how of what happened. The perpetrators and their accomplices, whoever they may be, destroyed a great American Icon but they didn’t destroy my memories.
My family went to the 9-11 memorial in Chicago on September, 11, 2002, and my brother was temporarily living with us while he figured out his next steps. Brother happened to be interviewed by a local news affiliate, and said that he had not talked about 09-11-01 since it happened. He came alive talking about NYC coming together and about supporting the rescue workers with a spirit of fight and courage – I saw something special in him that day, and was very proud.
I will always remember 9-11-01. I am grateful as an American for the brave men and women who rose to the occasion to help, rescue and, ultimately sacrifice themselves so that others might live. I am grateful for those, like my brother and his friends, who got stronger and reached out to others when they could have stood by. I am grateful for the police and firemen throughout America who go to work everyday to rescue, protect and help others, with the knowledge that their lives could be at risk and sacrificed. There are tragedies throughout our country every day, but I pray that we will never face another day like September 11, 2001.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt on 03/16/15: “Places.” Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?
If you’ve been to my website, you will see that I have been to NYC, one of the greatest cities in the world, and that I am from Chicago, another great city; that I’ve to the Badlands State Park in Wall, South Dakota; and in future posts you might see or hear that I have been to Yellowstone National Park (MT, WY), the Grand Tetons National Park (WY), Mt. Rushmore (SD), Antelope Island State Park and Arches National Park (UT), among other well-known nature-loving refuges. On our road trips, we made brief stops in cities of different sizes – Houston, TX; New Orleans, LA; Atlanta, GA; Milwaukee, WI; Pittsburgh, PA; Canton and Cleveland, OH; Salt Lake City, UT; Denver, Colorado Springs, Manitou Springs, Canon City, Aspen and Basalt, CO. While travelling with my college tennis team through the southern states, I briefly got to enjoy Savannah, GA, as well as Jacksonville and Pensacola, FL, where I got to experience the beach and stick my toes in the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic Ocean. Throughout my time in Chicago, I have been to many beach spots along Lake Michigan, but I have yet to take a beach vacation. I find peace and relaxation of different forms from each of these types of places (urban, country, forest, mountain and beach) because I can find a new memory to cherish. However, I have always wanted the chance to go on a beachy vacation to a place like Hawaii, Jamaica, or even Australia, that offers a variety of activities and cultural experiences.
My brother recently had the opportunity to go on a Caribbean cruise, and his photos were beautiful. I don’t know that a cruise would be my preference because I like to have an idea of places to go and things to do but also I like to change the plan if necessary, for which a cruise would not allow. I would like to leave the US for a brief trip to experience a different way of life and to truly get away from life for a few days. I think sitting on a beach while soaking up the sun and reading or walking in the sand would be great. On cloudy, rainy days like today, I dream of warm weather and sunny skies…