September 11...

Today I was lucky enough to sub at my school where I did my student teaching. I have not yet found a teaching job so have decided to do some subbing. I love subbing! I miss the classroom so much and have been a little sad when I help my teacher friends because I wish to have my own room. Soon, is what I need to tell myself.

Anyways. At school today we had a small assembly in memory of September 11, 2001. I was thinking back to this day 8 years ago. I remember sitting in my 9th grade Ag class in Glencoe. Many of us were laughing, because we believed that some stupid pilot hit a tall building- we all were thinking, how could you not see a building that tall. When the 2nd plane hit, we knew that something was wrong. The whole day was so slow and overwhelming in trying to grasp what was happening. I don't think we did anything in school all day, except for my math class, maybe 10 min of work. I remember a lot about what I was thinking and remember watching the images play over and over again. But I know what I wasn't thinking. That in 8 years from that day my sister would be one of those people in Afghanistan fighting for this freedom that many were trying to take away from us. I am sitting and watching a 9/11 documentary right now and can't help but be taken back to that day and remember how shaken we all were.

I am so proud that my sister is over there fighting for the freedom that I take forgranted all too often. What a gift freedom is and that we have men and women over there to keep what we hold so dear in this country fighting to maintain that.

Today (or whenever you read this) my hope and prayer is that for 1 minute you and I can put all the frustrations of this country, the leaders, and things going on in your life and remember all those who so suddenly lost their lives on this day 8 years ago. And no matter how you feel about this war, please remember those who are there fighting for the freedom we have because of those in the past, present and future. Support the people even if you don't support the war. The reality is, someone you love and care for may be over there someday, I didn't think I would be one of those people and yet I have had a cousin and a sister over there.

Bri- I love you tons and am so proud of you. Keep fighting the good fight. Be safe. I love ya. Ain't no mountain high, ain't no valley low...

Love from one who remembers,

Meghan