I do remember….
Friday was September 11th and just like the day it happened I was driving into work listening to music.
When 9/11 happened I was listening to the radio and I remember the DJ saying the Twin Towers were on fire and thinking it was a joke. Then getting to my office and realizing it wasn’t.
Everything right now seems very divided, very unlike the days after 9/11. I was deep in my drive when I noticed a guy in a truck frantically waving at me at the intersection. I naturally assumed he was mad at me, but couldn’t understand why as I wasn’t doing anything wrong. As I started to drive by I noticed his window was down and he was waiting. I reluctantly rolled my window down with my heart in my throat.
As we were talking a car came speeding behind us out of nowhere.
I am so glad you stopped. I saw that car and could tell you couldn’t see it and all I could think is I can’t let that happen to her.
I got teary.
I said I thought I was doing something wrong.
He said no, that car was coming and I could tell they were in your blind spot and I was afraid they were going to hit you.
I thanked him profusely.
We had a group grouse about the speeding and horrible parking in our neighborhood.
I thanked him again and told him to have a good morning.
He told me – you too and waved.
I drove to work on silence.
None of what happened lost on me.
A complete stranger looked out for me.
I know there are days it is hard to see it, but there are good people out there.
One of my favorite good news men Tankgoodness had this to say:
“Remember what you felt like the days and weeks after 9/11. We all pulled together. We were humans first, Americans a close second, and all the other BS didn’t matter. ….it’s not too late to come together.”
A hundred times yup
To my friend in the truck and cowboy hat, thank you so much for reminding me of that.
To you Mommas- be safe and much love