Today I had my first full, painfully long day of classes in college. I woke up early, complained about my 8am class, agonized over my full schedule and did not give the date a second glance until I had to write it down in class. Then I paused. A full schedule is a blessing on a day like today. It means I am receiving an education, it means I am surrounded by people (some, if not most of which I like a lot). It means I am alive.
This day one year ago I was sitting in my apartment in Florence, Italy writing a memorial blog post. I was still in awe of how much I loved Florence and my roommates immediately. I was overwhelmed by appreciation for how fortunate I was. I still am.
This day eleven years ago I sat on my mother’s bed as an eight year old girl all alone and terrified as I watched the images on the TV screen of buildings collapsing into rubble and people crying out in agony. This day eleven years ago was a tragedy, for those living in New York, London, China, and Trinidad alike. It was a tragedy for the world. The entire world remembers exactly what they were doing on this day eleven years ago; it’s something no one will ever forget.
Today I sent a text message to everyone I love reminding them how much I appreciate them not just today, but everyday.
Today I saw a table full of soldiers having lunch. I hesitated, but I stopped and thanked them. I told them I am proud of them, today especially, and they told me never to forget.
Never forget.
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