This is a repost from 2011 but the content is still relevent. There is nothing that makes evil more angry than to make beauty from ashes. I absolutely LOVE that September 11th is now the National Day of Service. Although I know there will be a lot of grief, some so deep it will feel overwhelming. But what better way to honor those who died and gave their lives than to serve others. Originally, I had thought I would be glued to the TV on this day, reliving and crying. But now I actually feel hope for the day. My family is excited to be a part of the KLOVE Million Lives. I encourage you to join us!
I was walking my dog. It was a BEAUTIFUL day- I remember looking at the sky and noticing how blue it was. However, on the inside I was having a pity party for myself. I had just come home from a long weekend at a friend’s wedding. I was feeling sorry for myself that the weekend was over and I was heading into a job that I didn’t enjoy or get much fulfillment from. I was trying to talk myself into it but landing in the pit of my own negative thinking. Until that moment.. My neighbor asked me if I knew what was happening and filled me in.
I remember thinking about how at the moment I was feeling bad for myself, people were trapped in a building that was starting to crumble. People were on a plane that they knew was going to crash. That morning, they probably woke up, took their kids to daycare or walked their dog- just like I had been doing, got a cup of coffee, maybe even mumbled to the man at the elevator. They had no idea what was going to happen to them. It hit me that everything- EVERYTHING can change in an instant.
Because of that day, when I start my grumbling in my head, I always remember there is someone who would do anything to have my problems. They may have it so much worse. I also remember that each day truly is a gift and we must leave our loved ones with the thought of “If this is the last time I see them, would I be at peace with how I left?” I know we can’t linger on and on in the morning with long good-byes, but do you actually kiss your spouse and say you love them or mumble a good bye while you have your head in the refrigerator, looking for the OJ? Do you love on your kids or do you just walk out the door? I’m sure many people who lost their family members would do anything to change how they left that morning. Make every kiss, hug, or love you count. This is what I have learned and changed from 9/11.
Written by Natalie Chandler
Natalie Chandler, MA, LMHC is a therapist at Imagine Hope Counseling Group. Natalie enjoys doing marriage counseling, individual counseling, and couples counseling. We also specialize in family counseling, child, and adolescent counseling. Imagine Hope serves the Indianapolis area including the surrounding areas of Carmel, Fishers, Noblesville, Westfield, and Zionsville