Just Another Day

Do you remember if you said, “I love you” to someone today before they left the house? Do you recall the last time you said sorry first? Do you remember the last time you went to bed without any regrets over the choices you made that day?

Do you remember when 9/11 was just another date on the calendar?

In the days that followed those few minutes of terror, people started pulling together against their common enemy. We didn’t know yet who that enemy was, but they recognized that love, friendship, and goodness were the first steps toward beating it down and winning the war against Evil. It’s too bad that those days ended.

Eventually, we had a name for the Evil and we had people to blame and to whom we could direct our anger. Having named the scary monster in the dark, we gave it power and left behind the memories of promises to never forget our fellow man, to always be there for people with a helpful hand or at least a smile – regardless of whether or not we knew them. That was when everyone started forgetting all the warm and heartfelt promises we made to each other during those first dark nights.

And that, my friends, sucks.

Imagine that today was just another day on the calendar: Do you remember if you said, “I love you” to someone today before they left the house? Do you recall the last time you said sorry first? Do you remember the last time you went to bed without any regrets over the choices you made that day?