
It's
hard to believe 20 years have come and gone. The memories for many are still so
fresh. I think we all remember exactly where we were and what we were doing
when the news hit. My ex-husband was on a sound stage in LA, and he called and
woke me up, telling me to turn on the tv, and that there was a rumor that LA
was also being targeted. I went from pleasant dreams to a true nightmare. I was
2 weeks away from giving birth to my son, and I remember being so afraid for
him. What was going to happen next, what world was he being brought in to?
My
first call out was to my father, a native New Yorker with most of his family
still residing there. I was born there as well, and had last been just a few
years before. It is, and always will be, my favorite city in the world. I felt
a tug at my heart that morning that was indescribable as my father and I cried
and cried. Thankfully, our relatives were all ok, but hurting like never before
as they tried to grasp the realty of what was happening around them...
As
I watch the many 9/11 tribute shows 20 years later, I am struck by one
observation over and over, an underlying theme that runs through the day that
changed America forever. We were undivided like never before-a nation grieving
together. There were no white, black, republican, democrat or immigrant
distinguishments being called out. Just people. People stopping to help other
people. People risking there own lives to help those who could not help
themselves. Any so many paid the ultimate sacrifice for their selflessness.
This
is what I wish we could all remember now. That in the end, we are all one...
My
heart goes out to all who lost loved ones on that fateful day, and especially
to the families of those whose efforts saved so many...