By Boot Girl Myra
Do you remember where you were on 9-12-2001, or how about the 13th, 14th or 15th? I was in the same place as 9-11, 2001; dazed, confused and emotionally overloaded with television images. The other night, as the 10th Anniversary of September 11, 2001 came to a close, I was reminded of the words to a song that seem very apropos. Remember Bette Midler’s song the Rose? The last phrase of the song rings true for me, perhaps to you too when reflecting on the last 10 years.
Remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies a seed, that with the sun’s love
In the spring becomes a rose.
It’s been a bitter winter. The impact one day had on our lives 10 years ago will be remembered forever. When we awoke to the twisted scene of destruction on the morning of September 12, 2001 our resolve to turn something meant for evil into good started. I spent the days following 9-11, 2001 pondering my responsibility as an American and wished to be part of it’s healing process. Whatever that meant, I didn’t know other than to be united with my fellow countrymen no matter our differences. That kind of resolve happened over and over by millions of people in the days and years to come. It’s part of the American spirit. We might be knocked to our knees but we won’t roll over and be controlled by hatred.
That scene of destruction is now a beautiful picture of what our lives can become when we turn the effects of hatred into something usable and valuable. It became the fertilizer for new beginnings, which weren’t always easy and often were extremely emotional. But we kept working toward the day when, while still full of grief for what happened, this formidable landmark became a symbol of hope and healing.