Saturday, September 15, 2007

The great things about today:

  • I slept past 6 a.m.
  • I went outside to discover a beautiful day with mild temperatures
  • On my run, I saw the cutest turtle in the grass. I also noticed how many people have such fantastic “patio gardens”
  • I got my cite-check done for Trial Journal, so there is one less thing to worry about.
  • my aloe plant just wanted some sun, and will probably make it after all.
  • New fall t.v. starts soon

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

9/11 Remembered

How many of you did not wake up and immediately think of the tragedy 6 years ago? It's hard to believe it has been that long already. I bet you remember exactly where you were when you learned of the events. I was in an American Studies class, at Mary Washington, when it actually happened. I was a college freshman. I went back to the dorm and my roommate, Kristen, was staring at the TV. That week was the only week we actually turned the TV on the entire year. Kristen was from Long Island. She had family and friends that worked in the city. The news hit her harder than it did me.

I remember growing up how history teachers would assign us to ask our parents or grandparents where they were when various monumental events happened; the space walk, JFK's assassination.

I want to put out a call to change the way we think of September 11th. Too often I hear or read about the loss of life, the terrorists...and in no way do I wish to downplay that. But, wouldn't it be great to instead bring to the forefront the extraordinary acts of heroism and compassion following those events? These were ordinary people who made extraordinary choices. Selfless choices. They were not seeking reward or recognition; they were responding to crisis.

I am positive that God was still "in control" on that day. I can't comprehend why God allowed this to happen, but I know that it did not take him by surprise. In the face and even remembrance of tragedy, it is far too easy to become blind to God's plan.

Today I pray for our nation, still recovering from wounds; and pray for God to warm the hearts of those whose have grown cold with bitterness over the last six years. Thank God for making Americans a resilient and courageous people.

How about taking some time today to tell those you love just how much you love them? The events certainly reaffirm the notion that we never know what the future brings, or how much time we have left in this world.
Law school conventional wisdom suggests the first year they scare you to death, the second year they work you to death and the third year they bore you to death. As a third year, I want to know when that boring part starts. I am ready and waiting.

I have so much going on; school related or school activity related; or career related (yes, the job hunt for October a year from now is already on); or bar application stuff to mention a few.

The only way I know to describe it is like floating chin-deep in a giant bathtub, where the water is still filling up. But I can't reach the knobs to turn the water off, and my toes can't reach the drain to unplug it. No end in sight, and no relief no matter how hard I reach. So, seriously, come on boring part. It'd be great to have time to read the newspaper or enjoy a cup of coffee.

The little things in life matter a lot once you learn you can only stretch time but so far. I miss my friends. And hugs. And beautiful Virginia. And free time. And ant-free days.