Tim brings me coffee every morning. Our morning time has developed a routine, we watch the news and like most great friends, our best conversations solve the ills of the world before we set about our day.
The day started as most others; Tim crossed the living room with a steaming cup of hot coffee. His eyes reflected his flirty smile.
As he began to speak, I noticed his distraction to the news feed.
“Happy birthd… the towers are on fire.”
We turned up the volume just as the second plane hit.
Everyone remembers where they were, what they were doing on September 11, 2001.
People are born everyday; odds are we all share our date of birth with an unpleasant event of some sort or another. For me, for my niece, and for countless others, 9-11 is our birthday.
Life is a balance. Good things and bad things happen everyday. I hope for those of us with a 9-11 birthday, that we strive for good, that we strive for balance.
As I give thanks for the blessings in my life, I offer prayers for those lost and those who still mourn.
May we all celebrate life and bring a little bliss into the lives we touch.
I have a 9/12 birthday. It was also a terrible day. You write beautifully~