20 yrs ago today, I was riding my bicycle around my hometown,
Desperately trying to find a place to live.
I had been evicted by the housing authority, I was unemployed, and at my wits end.
I passed by the (then new) sub-sandwich shop where Boney's Drug
Store used to be, and saw a TV with people standing around it.
I went in and saw images of the twin towers, one smoking.
No one knew what was going on, but suddenly my problems
Seemed paltry by comparison.
So today, we have the Gov't overreaching, stealing our freedoms, and that is bad, but let us
Not forget what day this is, remember those who died, and
Those who rushed in to help and later suffered for it.
I wrote this in 2015, edited it this morning.
This day each year brings back devastating memories,
both of mine and those being shared.
There are some who still wish to toss out the various conspiracy theories around this terrible event.
It doesn't matter to me how you think it happened, or that you think it was all staged, nor is it terribly important that you are upset because various legislations to help first responders have not been passed, but still languish on someone's desk.
What matters,
is that we lost a lot of people,
husbands/brothers/wives/sisters/fathers and mothers, and lovers.
For one day at least, let us just put aside all that and
remember those lost, and if needed grieve for them still.
