2,191 days ago...
That's what the counter at the top of my blog is going to roll to shortly. I guess 2,191 days equals 6 years. I've never done the math, I'm gonna trust the counter.
Where were you? I was living in Surprise, AZ. Living pretty well. Making more money than I do now. Playing more golf than I do now. Spending more time with my daughters than I do now. The first one I blame on what happened 6 years ago. The other two are my choice. I play less golf by choice and my daughters are older and I just don't see them as much, they have their own lives. They have cars.
I remember getting ready for work that morning. Watching the news. Hearing about an accident in New York. Turning on a national news station, probably Fox...yeah yeah...and seeing the first tower smoldering. Watching and listening when the second plane hit. I think we all knew then that it wasn't an accident.
How could someone do this? All those innocent people. I cried for days. I had to stop watching the news for a while. I still can’t understand how anyone could justify this, especially in the name of some god! Jesse was right, organized religion is a sham.
I grew up up there. I watched those buildings being built. My family used to drive to the city all the time to see my grandparents. We always went through the Holland Tunnel. That exit on the Turnpike puts you as close to the city as you can be without being in the water.
Little by little they kept creeping up. One building always just a little ahead of the other. I've stood at the bottom of the Twin Towers, that's what we always called them, back in the day. I've stood at the bottom and looked up. I think I still have that crick in my neck. I've rode the elevators to the top. So fast it was almost like a roller coaster ride. The view that day was incredible! You could see Sandy Hook. It was awesome! It seemed I could feel this light little sway. It was a long time ago. I wish I could do it again…
But my daughters will never get that chance. I've been to Ground Zero twice since that day six years ago. It's mostly cleaned up now, but it still hurts to see it. It's a very strange sight to drive to the city these days and see that big hole in the skyline.
When I think about what happened on this day 6 years ago I get this ache…this feeling in my gut…something…We’re calling this United We Stand Day or Patriot Day. I have both on my calendar here at work. I guess we might as well drop this United We Stand thing, that lasted about a month. I’m not sure what to call it. A day that will live in infamy is already taken…maybe Let’s Roll Day…but if we call it that, then we better get a move on.