I woke up. I walked the puppy and fed her breakfast. I made tea and put a load of laundry in the washer. I took the trash to the curb. I checked email, I checked blogs, I worked on a scene in my book.
And then I remembered that it’s September 11, and that seven years ago, right about now, I was trapped on a plane ping-ponging back and forth between NYC and Washington, DC airspace, terrified for my life. I didn’t know then that I was one of the lucky ones.
Keep those who have lost someone in your thoughts today. Keep those who were lost in your hearts.
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