Spent a few moments this morning, and throughout most of the day, thinking about the events that unfolded on this day ten years ago. Where I was. What I was doing. What I thought and felt those first few seconds as I watched the now unforgettable images (we all know what they were) on the television screen.
The stark realization of the truth…
Sadness because I knew (as sure as I know human nature) what was to come.
Few would disagree with the assertion that the events of 9/11 was a galvanizing moment which brought hundreds of millions of people, if not billions, to the same life changing crossroad. A defining moment when we all were challenged with asking ourselves:
Would it be love or hate? Peace or war? Life or death?
When we had to decide upon, then choose the way we would go. The path we would take. Yet again!
If it wasn’t; then it certainly should have been! For the men who were responsible for what happened that day had stood, at some point in time, at the same crossroad. The same defining moment. And no one need ask which path they chose.
My choice was easy. But then, it wasn’t my first crossroad.
I did not turn on the television today, see or read any of the countless social media and news feeds pertaining to 9/11. I did not have to. Likewise, I did not have to wonder what choice was made by most of those who stood with me at that same crossroad, at the same moment in time, ten years ago today.
If it had been the wrong choice, the world (or what was left of it) might have had cause to hold every day from 1/1 through 12/31 in like memorial; and today, 9/11, sadly, would have been just another day!
I’m so glad it wasn’t!