Current events soon become history but some are unforgettable. We not only remember the act, we remember where we were when it happened.
Sunday was Grandparent's day which is a good thing. It shared the day with the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 attack on the United States -- one of the worst days most of us will remember.
It has been 10 years but I can tell you exactly where I was when I saw the first plane fly into the Twin Tower. I would guess most everyone of any age can tell you exactly how they felt as they saw the tragedy unfold live.
Like a lot of others, my first thought was, "what a terrible accident." It did not take long for the news to let us know it was not an accident but an act of terrorism.
I had just turned 13 when President John F. Kennedy was shot and killed on Friday, Nov. 22, 1963. I was in junior high school and I can still remember the teacher walking into the classroom and telling us the news.
That was a sad day and we will all remember following the days after and how solemn a time it was for our country.
I had the same, solemn feeling the morning of 9-11-2001. The first thing I did was call my daughter-in-law in Texas to see if she was up watching television. My son was in the Air Force at the time and I knew the attack would surely get the military involved.
We watched one Twin Tower fall and then the next. We heard about the plane crashing into the Pentagon and then there was Flight 93 that went down out of Pittsburgh. The passengers became heroes as they sacrificed their own lives to save others.
Over 3,000 innocent people lost their lives because a group of terrorists wanted to show the world what they could do to the United States.
Look at the lives that have been lost since then. I can not understand the reasoning of evil.
None of us who watched the tragedy unfold are quite the same as we were before. We no longer think, "It won't happen here."
I don't know about everyone, but I never get on an airplane without thinking about it. I don't enjoy carefree flights like I once did.
I have heard some people say they do not fly at all any more -- they take a train. Flying is not the same as before.
It has been a different decade. It has been more difficult than I remember in my 60+ years. I don't think as a country we should let our guard down because the hate is still out there.
We can't stay at home and lock the doors. What kind of life would that be? We have to get out and visit with friends, see new places, look for the beauty all around us, do the best we can to make the world a little better place. We may not be able to do a lot of big things but how hard is it to offer a smile to someone, or a kind word. Love, like hate, can be contagious.
Which would you rather catch?