Running into a Rut (Then Lying Down and Taking a Nap in it) Week 10

I do well in structured routines. It can take me weeks to get going again once something disrupts the routine. Thankfully it's only been three-ish since my last post. My mom took my sister and I to New York September 3-8. So Let's break it down.

Week 7: packing and getting everything ready to go for while I was gone (mainly just pacing and freaking out about leaving my baby).
Week8: Get back from New York...need to sleep for a year...but I can't because Baby Bish is soooo happy to see me and he's adorable ...and there was a lot of catch up work but the routine was disrupted so I still haven't done any of said catch up work. And then got overwhelmed by all the stuff that needed to be done so I just sat on the couch.

My mental strength amazes me. What I mean by that is my will to NOT do something can withstand anything. This is week 10 and I knew I needed to get back in gear because I will look like a chump if I "forget" to get back into it. So hats off to you people, because the only reason I'm getting off the couch is because I don't want you guys to think that I'm a quitter (which normally I wouldn't have a problem with, which makes me wonder why I started this blog).

So it's four days after 9/11 and I've decided to run this week for victims of that terrible day and their families. While we were in New York, we went and toured the Memorial Plaza (formerly known as Ground Zero) and when we came two years ago, the museum wasn't ready yet, so we got to see that as well. It is not fun to visit the 9/11 Memorial Plaza. It's not a fun touristy experience. It's sobering. It's devastating. And it's incredible, because normally when people go on vacation they don't want to do something "unfun" yet it's toured by just about everyone that comes to New York for vacation.

Our tour group had so much diversity. Nations from all over the world had come to visit this sad landmark. I wasn't old enough to fully comprehend what was going on at the time, but according to our tour guide, 1/3 of the world's population watched the planes crash into the towers on TV.

While we were there, mom bought a book to bring back for her students. It was a compilation of letters written by the victims' families to commemorate the 10th anniversary back in 2011. It's hard to read. One woman lost her mother and husband that day and her husband was last sighted going UP the stairs and she knew it was because he was going to get her mom. Wow. One woman talked of how her brother (a fireman) was found by the jaws of life at an elevator. He had saved a woman's life by getting her out of the elevator and he wasn't able to follow her out. One woman lost her husband on their 19th wedding anniversary.

This is painful stuff that I don't want to relive. But I'm afraid that my refusal to relive it will contribute to the callous forgetfulness that some Americans exhibit.

We don't act like the country that came together as one that day anymore. The division is intense. The police are disrespected, when so many lost their lives that day saving others. An equity firm, Cantor Fitzgerald, lost 2/3 of their employees because they were housed on the 101-105 floors of the North Tower. All stairways and elevators were located in the center core of the North tower so no one above the 85th floor made it out. They built their business back up, and have set up funds to pay for every single child that belonged to the victims college education. That is the American dream. Not free stuff. Not racism. Not uncontested corruption.

Throughout history, be it in the bible or textbooks, we see what happens when we forget. When we forget, history repeats itself. I choose, in life and in voting, to NEVER FORGET.

"I thank my lucky stars/To be living here today/'Cause the flag still stands for freedom/
And they can't take that away/And I'm proud to be an American/Where at least I know I'm free/
And I won't forget the ones who died/Who gave that right to me/And I'll gladly stand up next to you/
And defend her still today/'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land/
God Bless the U.S.A."