Well, seeing as though most of you know what today is serving as a rememberance of, I wasn't going to do a blog about it. However, seeing as though most of you are sharing your stories of this day for you, six years ago, I decided to do a little piece on it anyway. For me ... those who are close to me know that I was there and I do not like to talk much about it. However -I wanted to say that even though I cannot watch or see pictures of this event, I will never forget, how could I ever forget. I think to show pictures and / or video of this event only glorifies the horrifying events of that day that are shrouded in negativity brought to our country by the thoughtless and selfless acts of those on foreign soil. Those that do not understand that we are a country that even though have problems of it's own, are very much united as one and our resolve will never match that of any of thier countries.
There are things about that day that I will never forget, things that I will never discuss and things even as small as the smell that was in the air for weeks after - that will never leave my memory, Things that I will never understand and could never even try to explain to anyone. Still at the age of 32, I find myself not even coming close to understanding the level of hatred that these horrible - crazed minded - empty souled and foreign "people" had .....
I now find myself cringe-ing everytime I hear about 9/11 or am reminded of 9/11. I find myself to be fearful of others that even come close to reminding me of the horrible "men" that decided to do this to so many innocent people. I find that when a person with even the slightest bit of a Mohammed or Rasham is in thier names, I want to run far away. I find it hard to fathom in my brain; that in this day and age; there are so many others that live in such explorable conditions as they have had to deal with in thier countries - yet at the same time; I find that I no longer care. I no longer watch violent movies of any kind, I no longer watch or even listen to any news of any kind ... not ever. I no longer try to give them the attention that they want nor do I want to hear what goes on about people in any country other than our own. While I may never forget, I am one who don't need a constant reminder of the actions of that day or any other days like it. I don't need a reminder of the on going effects of the horrible actions, and I don't need a reminder that it could effect me for years to come.
This one set of actions, this one day, had changed more than one life, it had changed many.
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