My kids are really going to start wondering what is wrong with their mother. My eyes have welled up with tears and I've stifled more sobs in the last 36 hours than I have in a long time.
I've got to stop reading, listening, watching... 9/11, 9/11, 9/11.
But the tears come not just from sadness over the terrible loss of human life on that day. They also come from a frustration that the power of decency and respect and caring that in the end took the day away from those terrorists has disappeared. It has receded to such an extent that those who run our country call each other names and refuse to compromise and cooperate. They spout off vitriol for the benefit of the 24-hour news cycle and leave the rest of us wondering whether we'll ever be able to pay our mortgage or send our kids to college or hold down a job.
I hope that this week-end will remind those elected to serve that their job is not about them... it's about us. It's about the people of this country-- not about getting re-elected or making the CEO of X Corporation richer. It's about the people who helped each other get through that awful day and the many thereafter and who refused to let the terrorists keep them down...
I always cry when I'm frustrated. I'm frustrated.
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