#September11th I Can’t Celebrate Your Birthday
Today is my husband’s birthday. I really don’t want to celebrate a birthday party today. I have had this feeling for seventeen years. This day is when things got real for me and changed for the worse. When the world decided to knock on my quite USA door to scream that it was there to stay, and did not like how I had kicked it around for decades. Today is the day that Globalism became the norm. Today is the day that I need to worry about men and women in countries that I know nothing about and whether they can earn a living, feed their children, and not worry about tomorrow. Today is the day that I need to take care, and not spoon feed those full of hatred, sorrow, despair, and anger. Today is the day that I pledge to make life better for all Nations, and treat everyone with respect. I will #Neverforget the outrage and sorrow that #September11th has become.
Today is the day where I remember exactly where I was standing when the Twin Towers began to burn. I was standing in Dr. Marlow’s office at the reception desk. Joanne, the office manager, called me into Dr. Marlow’s office to show me the video on television. An airplane going into one of the Twin Towers. We were all flabbergasted. Dr. Marlow then told us we could see the smoke from the Pentagon from the back window. So we all walked over to the back window for a look. What I saw was the blackest angriest smoke I had ever seen. After a few moments, there was nothing else to do, but leave the office to go home. We couldn’t call patients to tell them that we were shutting down for the day because the phone lines were down. I decided that I didn’t need to be in an underground train if anything else happened. So I walked and walked and walked home. No one was outside. Soon I came across my brother’s friend on his way to work at a near by restaurant. He had no idea what had happened. I told him that a plan flew into the Twin Towers and the Pentagon. He said, “That explains why there is nobody out on the street.” I said, “I don’t think anyone would go to a restaurant today.”
So sorry my emotions creep up on me today. Sorry no parties for me today. Honestly, I think it is disrespectful and frightful that you want to have a Bar-B-Que, shot tossing, beer guzzling afternoon. With candles on cakes, and balloons, and piñatas. I am just going to nope out. So sorry I can barely say Happy Birthday to you.