9/11/01: I Will Never Forget

 

September 11 Memorial

Photo by Dov Harrington (Flickr)

Everyone remembers where they were when the heard that the Twin Towers had been hit by terrorists. Last year, I reflected on the actual events of the attack. This year, I am reflecting on how the world has changed for all of us since that day 10 years ago.

At 8:46 am ten years ago today, I was in an elevator with my professor and we were heading into my first class of the day – Ancient Civilizations. I was a freshman in college and it was early on a Tuesday morning. I had barely rolled out of bed, let alone looked at the news or gone online yet. When I overheard my professor talking about the attacks, I thought I must have heard her wrong. Her Russian accent was thick and I was always misunderstanding her.

When the reality of the situation hit me, I went numb. For the entire day, I sat glued in front of my little TV set in my dorm room watching the events unfold. I saw the footage of the towers falling and of people crying out in anguish. I saw people on campus frantically trying to reach their loved ones that lived in New York City, Washington, D.C. and Pennsylvania. I watched everyone as they all tried to come to grips with what had happened.

Today, I look back at my 18-year-old self and I see that was the day I became aware of just how fragile the world is. Ever since that day in 2001, I thought war was something that other countries dealt with. I thought bombs and attacks were things that happened in the Middle East, but not here in the “civilized world.” I quickly realized that there is no such thing as “safe” and that bad things can happen any time and to anyone.

Many say that America became a truly united nation on September 11, 2001. They say we became stronger and more proud of our country. And while I think those people are absolutely right – we are definitely stronger and prouder today than before those attacks – I think there’s a flip-side to that. We are also more frightened; constantly on high alert and waiting for that next attack. It seems that fear and enmity are always in our minds as a country and we may never escape that as long as terrorists remain in this world (and they will).

I hope that we, as a nation, never forget the strength and unity that September 11th brought us. I hope that the fear fades away and we can continue to move forward as a people united in the knowledge that we will prevail and overcome. We will not lay down and cower before intimidation, but we will stand tall and be indivisible.

We are the United States of America and we will never forget.

 

My favorite Christmas Memory

When reading through my Google Reader the other day, I came across this post by my friend Lindsay (best. name. ever.) We got to talking about it because I’ve already voiced my opinion of American Girl dolls and her fondest Christmas memory involved her getting one. Then, she asked me what my favorite Christmas memory was.

Hmmm.

I haven’t actually ever thought about that. To put the memories into a list and pick out a favorite? Nearly impossible.

There is the first Christmas we had Pumpkin. It was amazing. She was only 2 months old and was a greasy mess due to the skin treatments we used to fight her eczema and cradle cap. She was beautiful and I was still fat with bad hair (I made an irrational decision in my 9th month to cut it ALL off after a bad hair day). But, despite our not looking our best, it was a fantastic Christmas full of love. I don’t even remember what we all got that year – but I do remember us being a family rather than a couple for the very first time.

Then, two Christmases later, we were a bigger family. Dumpling joined the family in February, so she was eight months old by the time Christmas came around. This made Christmas a whole new experience for us. We got to watch two little girls beaming at the idea of opening presents that were there just for them. I remember staying up late to put together their new KidKraft Large Kitchen that we were sure they were going to love (they did). It was the first Christmas that we really went all out and got them something big.

Of course, I have lots of awesome childhood Christmas memories, too. Like the Christmas that I got a new bike for the very first time. I remember that bike and I remember how it felt to ride it for the first time, even though it was way too cold to be riding a bike. I also remember falsely reporting that bike stolen to the police that time that I forgot I had left it under a tree across the parking lot (we lived in an apartment at the time). Man, I thought my mom was going to die from laughing and yelling at the same time. She was so mad that I had “lost” my bike and couldn’t stop laughing that I had reported it stolen – called the cops and everything.

Yeah, I’ve had some awesome Christmas memories in my twenty-seven years. I have a feeling there are a lot more to come and I can’t wait. Even though Christmas can be uber-hectic, it can also be really magical if you let it. It takes a lot of hard work to just stop the stress and craziness of it all to enjoy the holidays. I’m still working on it this year.

Who Do You Work For?

Most people would answer that question by giving you the name of the company which employs them. However, since returning from the women’s retreat I attended last weekend, I think a more appropriate answer is in order…

Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men

Colossians 3:23

I work for the Lord

I’m trying so hard to remember each and every day who I am working for and what I can do to glorify His name. Yesterday, I discovered the simplest way to open a person’s heart.

As I was walking past a co-worker in IT, I asked him {without even stopping} when I was getting my new computer. He very politely answered that it would be soon and then went about his work {which I interrupted}. As I continued on my way, I realized how rude it was of me to only ask about what he could do for me and never even considered stopping to ask how his day was or how I could help.

So I went back.

I stopped at his cubicle and I asked him how his day was going {keep in mind that my husband and I have spent time with this man and his family and we’re friends outside of work}. He told me it was going well and he was just stuck on a particular problem {to which I had absolutely no solution}. I wished him luck and started to walk back to my cube.

He looked up.

“You don’t need anything? You really just wanted to know how my day was?”

I told him how I had felt incredibly rude for just asking about what he could do for me and that I really wanted to know how his day was going. He seemed shocked. Floored. Like nobody had ever asked him such a simple question before. It really seemed to touch him that I just wanted to know how he was doing.

Now, this particular friend of mine is not a believer. He is a man of science and only believes what he can touch and see. So, he’s kind of become my new pet project. I will touch him with God’s love as best I can in hopes of opening his heart to the Lord. I’m not saying that I can show this man that God exists just by showing him kindness, but I can certainly show him how my heart has been touched and pique his curiosity. Maybe we can open a dialog someday about it. Who knows. At the very least, I can be a friend to this man and his wife and children and share the light God has given me in those small ways.

Earthly work becomes Heavenly work

I work with about 200 people in my office. I see an opportunity before me each and every day to minister to these people and share God’s love in those small ways like I did yesterday. Unfortunately, I have wasted a lot of time by not realizing the opportunity that was placed before me here. But, this past weekend someone that I had never invited to church actually came. She saw my posts on Facebook and wanted to know where I went to church. A little bit of searching on her part and she came across the church. That Sunday, she and her husband visited. I was floored. I had no idea that I had any kind of impact on this woman and yet, here she is.

Imagine what could happen if I actually asked!

So, I’m taking up the challenge God is placing before me. I am going to use this place and minister through my actions and words to those around me. I am going to bring people to church who maybe haven’t darkened the doorway of a church in many years. I am working for the Lord.

Who do you work for?