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A quote: “If we learn nothing else from this tragedy, we learn that life is short and there is no time for hate.” — Sandy Dahl, wife of Flight 93 pilot Jason Dahl.
I’ll start with a story …
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Just another morning, you leaning over to kiss me good-bye, me mumbling, “see you tonight” and hitting the snooze for ten more minutes of sleep.
Just another morning of shower, dress, feed the cat, pull something from the freezer for dinner and rush off to work.
Another morning of getting my coffee, booting the computer, and turning on the radio.
A singular morning of breaking news, of grabbing my phone, and texting, “Are you ok?”
And texting “Hey, are you ok?”
Of calling and going straight to voicemail.
Never the same, never “just” … the rest of my life.
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Now, it’s your turn.
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Navig8r says: He had checked out ahead of me. The clerk at the low budget motel had kindly allowed me to check the room for clues.
Did you find him? Is he alright?
The worry in his sister’s voice was about an 8 and ramping up.
Clerk says he was OK when he left. Maybe he’ll call again down the road.
It’s so scary when he takes off like this. Will he do something dangerous? Will he try to hurt himself?
There may be a little more reason for hope this time. It looks like he took the Gideon Bible with him.
cold pizza says: (9/11)
It was oh-dark-hundred at Hickam AFB in Hawaii. She’d brought in the bundled newspapers and was just starting to fold them when she saw the news.
“A plane hit the World Trade Center,” she woke me, worried.
I was still half asleep. I told my wife it was probably accidental. I was thinking Cessna + heart attack. She turned on the bedroom TV so I could see the report myself.
We were watching together as the second plane hit.
I knew, immediately. We were at war.
Instead of USAF blues, I threw on BDUs and headed for my office at Camp Smith.
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