Those "where were you" conversations are happening all over America this weekend. Many people on TV, radio and the net are sharing their stories. Here is mine:
Pushing my then two year old on a swing and staring up to quiet skies is my most vivid personal recollection of that day. You probably recall that all planes had been grounded across the country… and in my neighborhood-- like most-- not much was going on “on the ground” either. People were not “hanging out” outside. But I felt the need to keep things as normal as possible for my son who was obviously too young to know what was happening; so late that afternoon, we went to the playground. As I pushed him on the swing, I couldn’t help think of the victims and their families: men and women who would not ever hug their loved ones again. Children who not be tucked in by their mom or dad that night…or get pushed on a swing. Such a simple thing suddenly seemed threatened.
I can never fully grasp the unimaginable pain felt by those affected, but as an ordinary American I can tell you I found much comfort in family and friends-- and in the innocence of children. Normally I would have been on the radio, but I had the day off. I wonder if I may have had to bring some of the news to our listeners. It was an intense day for many of my colleagues and friends. I spent much of the morning glued to the TV with another mom as our kids played unaware in the background. As we stared in shock, we didn’t speak much-- but it was good not to be alone. There will be a lot said this weekend by many whose lives were directly affected by the tragedy, many officials and politicians. I hope and pray for peace for the victims’ families who will be reliving the day again. I also pray for Americans to be inspired to unity. We’re so much better together.
