Thinking Positive After Tragedy: 9/11 and Beyond
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A Zogby poll today showed that 77 percent of those living in the East and 46 percent of those living in the West thought about the attacks at least weekly. About 83 percent thought the nation should remember the attacks with some formality.
I can't say that I think about 9/11 weekly. Sometimes my world is filled with too much living in the now to leave room for the past. There is my long list of disabilities I struggle with, my longer list of responsibilities I clumsily juggle, and then there is the simple fact that any parent with children will be short on contemplative time. That is not to say, however, that I forget. Tragedy is difficult to forget.
I didn't have any family or friends connected with 9/11. I had no funerals to attend, no loved one to fear for or ultimately mourn. I do remember, however, being like most other Americans that terrible morning. I turned on the TV to get my morning news fix and watched the world change live. I missed the first plane crash, but caught the second. Nothing in Hollywood can truly capture such horror on film.
In the aftermath, I could perfectly relate with the nightmare loved ones all over America were experiencing. I took the phone call from the hospital after my brother's brutal collision. I had to wake my parents with the news that their son was hanging on for dear life two states away. I know the pain a sudden unexpected death can gouge into one's heart. My family relives that pain often when we bump into old friends or even watch TV. Nancy Grace frequently flashes my brother's face on screen during drunk driver segments. My mother, ever the anti-drunk driving activist, is honored to have Ryan's life be remembered in this cautionary way. My brother in Boston thinks Nancy Grace is a ghoul. Since I don't have cable and don't watch the show I am insulated. I wonder how I'd feel if Ryan's face suddenly looked back at me from the TV screen. It is not too hard to imagine how the families of 9/11 victims feel when the same thing happens to them.
In America, however, these people have a right to voice whatever vitriol they want out into the Universe. Fortunately, we, too have a right to voice our opinions. We can state how much we disagree with them. The Natalie Maines of the world can say whatever they want, but they can't dictate whether people approve of what they say. That choice lies within us. I can choose to hate the young man who stole my brother from me, or I can choose to forgive him and focus instead on the good things Ryan brought to my life and share that joy with my children. Forgiveness is not the same thing as approval. I am content with this distinction.
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" Nothing in Hollywood can truly capture such horror on film." I really agree. The loss of all of these people was so unexpected, it really shouldn't have happened. I hope that the people who have lost loved ones in this unfortunate event will be able find peace with their lives and keep a good memory of their loved ones.
~Douglas
"Forgiveness is not the same thing as approval"
Beautiful.
Pixie
cud never tell such a thing had happened 2 ya, never seem to carry much baggage around
*gemini-way of sayin' things*
so uh, u got an email?
we lost touch sum time back w/blog changes n all
nameless - You sound like my old friend, Sol. How are you doing? There is a contact box on the sidebar to the right. Just click on my address and the magic of computers will lead you right to me. :)
As for baggage, I get a lot of heat for "not really being depressed" because I've learned to manage it. People still suffering just can't believe I struggle with Depression because they have such a difficult time managing it themselves. But it is true. I've had death in the family. Poverty. Debt. Betrayal. Failure. Disability. Persecution. And plain ole vanilla clinical Depression. Many, many reasons to be down in the dumps every day of my life.
Well, I've lived that way before. It didn't make me any happier. So I decided to fight Depression and knock it down like the rabid monkey it is. I still struggle. I still carry that burden around with me, but I decided to not let it weigh me down. So instead of a monkey on my back I have it trailing behind me in a little wagon. I may never be rid of it, but at least its not scrabbling all over my shoulders anymore. They scratch! ;)
~Douglas
Glad to have connected through Twitter and blogging.
I am also sorry to hear about your Brother. I was in the Marines stationed at Camp Pendleton. I got out about a year before your Brother died.
Thank you for writing a post like this. You are a true Patriot. Ooh Rah!
twitter.com/ThomAllen
Thom ~ Yeah, it was great connecting with you on Twitter, too. I have been really internally focused for most of my blog life. It's high time I started looking outside my world to connect with others beyond the blog.
That accident affected so many marines. I believe at least one, if not two, had to be discharged for medical reasons. Drunk driving is a modern evil that needs to be stamped out.
Glad you dropped by. Ooh Rah!