Square Peg ● Round Hole







I remember September 11, 2001 like it happened yesterday. I remember watching in disbelief as the plane made contact with the first tower. I remember wanting to pickup my boys and bring them home instead of letting them finish out their school day. I remember going to a Weight Watchers meeting later that day where everyone was shaken and fearful. I remember being mesmerized by the overflow of information as the day progressed. It’s funny how our brain works. That we can remember exactly what we were doing, how we were feeling, and how those feelings have never really left. They lie dormant and then bubble up each year the day reappears.

As horrible as that day was, I also remember how our country unified. I remember how we valued each other and helped one another despite the uncertainty that surrounded our country. I remember feeling safe under our leadership. I remember that there was no political posturing through the tragedy, but instead we remembered that we are all in this together. One nation. Under God. Indivisible.

That day taught us something. It showed us that despite the darkness, the light always wins. That none of those individuals who perished, died in vain. That we can rise up, move forward, and heal. I can’t forget how proud I was of how we came together. No one cared about politics. No one gave a shit about where you stood on any issues. We just simply cared about one another. It put things in perspective. It reminded us that life provides us with no guarantees. It is fragile and must be handled with care.

Maybe this day, this reminder of what we used to be, will help our healing process now. 2020 has left us raw, emotional, and honestly, hardened. I remember a day when we walked through tragedy as a unit and came out stronger. Memories of what we used to be brings me hope that we can get there again.