Ever since 2001, 9-11 has brought sadness to the hearts of many.
On that iconic day, so many lives were lost. So many dreams were shattered. So many families grieved.
And we grieved with them.
I’ll never forget where I was when the first and then the second plane hit.
I saw the pictures of the devastation of the first plane just as I was about to leave the house that morning.
I saw the second plane hit just after I got to the babysitters. I had told her to turn on her TV and we watched it together.
The feeling of sadness is still overwhelming when I watch the shows depicting what happened that day.
The feeling of heaviness and fear. The knowledge that there is true evil in this world. The feeling of insufficiency, wishing there was some way to reach out to the families.
Then I take a step back…
A step back from my sadness to remember.
To remember and revel in the love that was spread that day.
The show of caring, of bravery, of humanity.
Not only from the rescuers, the fire fighters, the police, and the EMTs. These people were incredible and I hold them in the highest regard.
But the everyday person. The people who opened their arms, their hearts and their stores and restaurants, to help everyone. The people who made food for the rescuers, the people who joined the rescuers, the men and women who fought back, the friends and relatives that surrounded the families in their time of need and fear.
This is the beauty of that day.
The day that beautiful buildings which held beautiful people were destroyed.
The day that changed so many lives.
The day that changed our world.
Forever.
While we must never forget, we must not linger in that sadness and pain.
We must look for the good…
There is beauty.
For you it might be a ray of sunshine.
Or maybe a call from a friend.
For you it might be the smile of a young child.
Or maybe spending some time with a relative.
For me, it’s remembering that on this day in 1999, I attended a barbeque where I was introduced to my husband.
It was a blind date.
For me, it’s realizing how blessed I am.
And for me, it’s looking at the beauty that comes from nature, from age. From hardship, from joy, and even from tragedy.
The picture you see is the bottom of a metal cabinet that I pulled from a dumpster.
The cabinet had obviously sat in water or was left in a damp environment. The rust was taking over the original shine. It had been neglected. There was a little rust visible on the outside, but I didn’t see this until I turned it over.
There, is the beauty. A beauty that came from age and neglect.
Find the beauty.
In the tragedy, after the tragedy, in everyday life.
There is beauty.
Patty O
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