In Memoriam: The Day When Everything Changed

As I prepared my blogs ahead of time, I came to 9/11. Monday is my regular posting day, and I had a post about writing ready to go. Then I typed the date.

And stopped.

Memories swamped me. Where I was. How I felt. How I needed to connect with my traveling husband, and the phone circuits didn’t work.
Even though it’s not a “special” anniversary this year, I recalled it all. I’ve never understood what makes one anniversary better than another. Twenty-five years is silver, and fifty years is golden.

Every year should be a celebration of the fact there is another year to celebrate.

Anniversaries of hard times aren’t celebrated at all. But they are marked on the calendars of our heart. Four years since Mom died. Eight years since Gram died. Five years since my friend moved away.

Today is that day.

A day loaded with melancholy and horror, grief and terror. On the flip side, it’s brightened by national pride and patriotism.

New York City skyline

In memoriam of This Day, I’m sharing an informal bit of poetry.

It Only Takes a Moment

One moment
Life is business as usual
Alarm clock and workout wear
Planning sack lunches
Checking the to-do list
Heading to the gym
Kickboxing and sweat
Another day in the life
Of a blessed American citizen

One moment later
Everything tilts sideways
Planes used as cannon balls
Sirens, smoking towers
People gaping, weeping
Unquenchable fires
No way to evacuate
This has to be special effects
But no, this moment is all too real

Only minutes later
Another plane crashes
The other tower flames
Too much horror
Not enough time
Rescuers become victims
Newscasters are speechless
Video gives awful detail
Life becomes a horror show

One hour later
Jumpers and screamers
A tower implodes
Thousands of innocents
Who woke up to normal
Sleep forever
No one escapes
Tragic terror
Every foundation rattles

Heroes step forth in this darkest of hours
Defined in their moment of sacrifice

One day later
Prayer vigils with candlelight
Fluttering flags at half-mast
Churches overflow
A nation of mourners
Stunned to silence
Awakened to need
God Bless America
News time sign-off

One week in slow motion
Weeping abates, anger stirs
Patriots stand, orders obeyed
Racial profiling
Fingers pointing
Vengeance and blame
Can justice prevail
To rebuild the ruins
Or repay the death toll

One new tomorrow
Greeted in gratitude
Forged in unity
Gained in freedom
Faded with time
Gone so soon
Forgotten in life
Until that one moment
When everything changes

Again


On September 11, 2001, I walked out of the gym after my kickboxing class at the fitness club. I glanced at the screen (they have TV monitors everywhere in those places) and wondered what movie trailer was playing.
Seriously. It was so horrifying, it had to be from a film.
In my car, the radio announcers explained the situation on the East Coast. Shock numbed me. Many hours later it sank in, devastated me.
The experience is beyond words, but maybe those I shared above touch a little bit of the significance of That Day When Everything Changed.
Where were you when you learned about the 9/11 terrorist attack?

Wonder Woman Stops Terrorists

Our world needs superheroes. Instead, we’re plagued with villains. If Wonder Woman were here, she would stop terrorists in their tracks.

Since this is an election year, every little thing that happens in America gets used as propaganda. For this campaign or against that one.

And when the big things happen? You know, like a hundred people getting shot in a night club? The politicians are crass enough to use that as a stepping stone for their platform.

Terror and Terrorism

I’ve been in a car accident. I’ve been in several almost accidents. What I felt in those moments that stretched into endlessness? Terror.

And it wasn’t very pleasant.

Maybe some of you get an adrenaline rush from it.

And I understand the rush that accompanies being dropped from a hundred feet above the ground only to be snapped back at seemingly the last moment. I’ve done it. It’s called Geronimo.

You know why that sort of terror is okay? Because I chose to inflict it on myself.

A terrorist on the other hand never asks permission. Or forgiveness for that matter.

Terrorism is the use of violence and threats to intimidate or coerce, especially for political purposes (according to dictionary.com)

Wonder Woman stops violence in its tracks. Her bracelets send bullets back at the shooters. Her lasso forces the truth out of them.

In short, there’s no intimidating her. And that’s what we need in this day and age.

Vote Wonder Woman

I avoid all things political. This is something WW and I have in common.

But enough is enough.

We could use someone dedicated to fighting for right in the current political climate. Someone who doesn’t shudder and hide when a violent act of terror is rained on innocent people. Someone whose motives serve others rather than themselves.

She won’t stand up and push to pass new laws that infringe on the rights of citizens. No call to ban guns (although she doesn’t need them to fight crime – lucky her) from WW. It’s not in her nature to look at the victims and make some statement about their guilt or innocence.

We’re all guilty of something. No one deserves to be gunned down in the middle of a night out.

It would be nice to have a leader who stood up and said, “This has to stop.”

If only we could dial up the Justice League or The Avengers.

But then the media would scream about vigilante justice.

But where is the justice for these terrorists? Who will stop them from spreading terror?

I vote Wonder Woman.

If only she weren’t just a fictional character.

What do you think?