It’s been many years, but I don’t feel I can ignore this day. I wasn’t anywhere near New York or Washington when it happened. I was getting ready for work (the same job I’m at now, actually). I was twelve years younger, and my sister was pregnant with her first child. My first niece.
I had the news on as I often do in the morning, but I wasn’t watching it because I was getting ready for work. My husband, who had already left, called and had heard it on the radio and wanted me to check the news.
I walked in to my bedroom where the news was on, and the first thing I saw was a burning building, and them replaying the airplane hitting the twin towers.
I was devastated. I talked to my husband a bit, then hung up the phone with him and immediately called the one and only person in the world who I knew would give me comfort and explain to me what in the world was happening: my grandmother.
I, being twelve years younger and never ever having experienced this in my life, didn’t know what to think. Her three words put it in perspective for me: “We’re being attacked.”
Of course it changed my life. It changed everyone’s life that experienced it, I’m sure. I’m more aware, often more fearful, but more appreciative. A lot of things were lost that day. We have soldiers continuing to sacrifice their lives and livelihood to give us our freedom that we take for granted. Even if we don’t like how things are right now, we’re a lot better off than many countries.
Even if we don’t agree, I say when it comes to our Country, we all stand together. Than means not bashing our government. Whether we like them are now, they are our government, and I believe bashing them only makes our Country look weak.
I often wondered if I should continue to write. Shouldn’t I be focusing more on . . . something to change the world?
Well, I’m here to tell you, entertainment changes the world. Whether it’s a movie, a song, a painting, drawing or a book, it’s all art. And art is the best form of communication I know.