At work today I read our weekly flyer online. It had stories from different people that work for my employer. They were about where they were and what they were doing/how they were affected during the 9/11/01 terrorist attacks on the twin towers and elsewhere. Some of the stories were amazing to read, even a few from people who were working inside the towers when the planes hit. On woman recalled how when she felt the plane hit her building, she thought it was an earthquake. She saw many awful things and remembered how at that moment when she didn't know for sure if she would live or die. She explained that all she could think about were her loved ones and if she had any unfinished quarrels.... meaningless things that come between people and cause a grudge. She wondered if she told her loved ones that she loved them and if they knew that the petty things that seemed so big at the time were nothing compared to the affection she felt for them. Why is it that we sometimes only truly appreciate life, when faced with imminent death? (not in the jigsaw sense ha) Why do we only realize that the physical toys and things of this world will pass away, are so temporary, and somewhat insignificant, when faced with not having them anymore? Instead in that moment we forget about our smart phones, computers, cars, clothes, money, power, and focus on the relationships we have with others.
Why do we do this?..... because the most important things in life aren't what you have, but what you give. Sometimes I feel negligent in saying that, because I don't feel like I can ever give back anywhere close to what I have been given by others' kindness. Sure you can make a case for the negative aspects in my past, like before being adopted, and bad relationship luck.... but some of that was probably my own doing and besides, I'm not trying to compare bad/good. Maybe I will be able to give more as the days pass, or maybe I just need to look harder into it myself. Either way, I feel blessed to have what I do have, and who I have in my life. If I ever have one of those moments like in the woman's story inside the world trade center, where I reflect on my life and wonder this or that, I don't think I'll remember or care about the 52" TV. Hopefully I will remember that I did all that I could to help a person who needed me, cared for my friends and family, and walked a path that, in the end, leads to streets of gold.
My thoughts and prayers go out to those closely affected by the 9/11/01 attacks on this 10 year anniversary weekend. God Bless :)