On September 11, 2001 my neighbor left for work angry at his wife. They had a routine. He would have access to the bathroom first so that he could get to his job in Manhattan early enough to get his coffee and prepare for the day. That particular morning, for no explicable reason, his wife changed the routine. She went to the bathroom first, making her husband later than usual. Had my neighbor made it to work at his usual time, he would have been on the 40th floor of the Twin Towers when the terrorists attacked. He would have been among the thousands who lost their lives that day.
I have heard many stories of any number of circumstances that caused some individuals to be late or absent from work that day. When I’m running late, I think about what tragedy I might be avoiding because I am stuck in traffic, or in the bathroom, or over slept, or just didn’t leave early enough. So I seldom get highjacked by road rage or even stress when traffic stalls. Okay, sometimes I forget… but most days I remember… “this is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it” while we can… at every chance we can.
Especially on the anniversary of 9/11 , I remember those we lost as a result of that horrific event. I pray for them and their families. I ask that each of us find a way to honor those lives. I am trying to fill the empty spaces with purpose and dedicate my life so that “my living will not be in vain.” Whether we are running early or late let’s carry a loving spirit.
Love and realness,