Sixteen years ago our world changed. I watched a two hour documentary this evening on the National Geographic channel. I had never seen it and I learned new things. I heard stories of survivors, new stories. It is always tough to know whether to grieve the lost or celebrate the saved. I realized that we must do both. These things are mysteries of which I cannot comprehend. Who dies and who lives. The rain falls on the just and the unjust. May we never forget.
Sixteen years ago I was 44 years old. I was just coming into my main years; my strongest, healthiest, sexiest years. Allegedly. I did not know that then. I am quite sure I did not feel that then. The old saying is true “You do not know what you do not know.” I did not know that I was in my prime (allegedly). So today, on this day of remembering, I will also remember that I am my healthiest, strongest, sexiest self on this day. And the Lord willing, in His great grace, will be my healthiest, strongest sexiest self tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that. I truly only have this day to be my best self. May I never forget.