I suppose it's that time of year where i sit at my laptop and try and gather myself about this upcoming thursday. I never really have anything new to say and most by now should know the impact the day had on me and if you don't one day i'm sure you'll have the story told. And i guess being from NJ everyone in the area can sit here and say they were affected in some weird way being we're so close to it. But lord the pit of my stomach still knots up to this day when i think about sitting across the river on standby with the ambulance and watching my older sister go in and not come out until 4 hours later. Leaving school, leaving sara, leaving my mom, wondering about my dad.
Maybe it was too much for a sophmore in high school to handle and maybe thats why that day totally freaks me right the fuck out. Maybe that can explain my extreme dislike of politics and the people who exploit what happened and who it happened to for personal gain.
If i'm really going to sit here and say anything at all, it's that people should really appreciate the common man. Local politics aside, support your volunteers. Support your veterans, the old and the new. Take pride in something. Believe in small miracles of the human spirit. Tell someone you care about that you do care. No one is asking you to fly the fucking flag and be super patriot number one but at least take your hat off at a game during the national anthem. Do some charity work, it's good for the soul (and i speak from experience). Write your local paper, start a blog, get a soapbox, use your freedoms even if no one listens and use them while you still can. Send a soldier a care package or a letter (i have family over there, they love it). Do something and spread the good karma. Trust that even though corruption is prevalent everywhere, there are good people who do give a flying shit and do care. I know because i am one of those people. Smile at at least one stranger every day. And remember the people who had no idea what was going to happen when they left the house that morning by keeping politics and conspiracy out of it.
Maybe it was too much for a sophmore in high school to handle and maybe thats why that day totally freaks me right the fuck out. Maybe that can explain my extreme dislike of politics and the people who exploit what happened and who it happened to for personal gain.
If i'm really going to sit here and say anything at all, it's that people should really appreciate the common man. Local politics aside, support your volunteers. Support your veterans, the old and the new. Take pride in something. Believe in small miracles of the human spirit. Tell someone you care about that you do care. No one is asking you to fly the fucking flag and be super patriot number one but at least take your hat off at a game during the national anthem. Do some charity work, it's good for the soul (and i speak from experience). Write your local paper, start a blog, get a soapbox, use your freedoms even if no one listens and use them while you still can. Send a soldier a care package or a letter (i have family over there, they love it). Do something and spread the good karma. Trust that even though corruption is prevalent everywhere, there are good people who do give a flying shit and do care. I know because i am one of those people. Smile at at least one stranger every day. And remember the people who had no idea what was going to happen when they left the house that morning by keeping politics and conspiracy out of it.
ilbulldog:
I really appreciate your blog. I was with the Marines in Lebanon and, 25 years later, I still have a hard time on the anniversary of the bombing of the barracks.
the_libertine:
Anniversaries of tragedy are always incredibly hard... your words are so important at a moment like this because you are finding the strength to be positive when it can be so easy to not be. Count on me to live your words and answer the call of your desire to spread the good around.