The teenager who joked with me over physics and algebra homework tonight was 6 months old the morning of September 11, 2001. He spent that day like many other 6 month olds spend their days, exploring his world and being saved from his own curiosity by mom. That morning after I got tired of hauling him back from the edge of the bed he was intent on crawling over I took him downstairs to safer level terrain. I turned on the television to check the news like I did every morning back then. At first I was horrified by what I saw. One smoldering tower. Not long after, while all the reporters and newscasters were struggling to make sense of what they were seeing, one plane, another tower, and I was pissed. At that point I understood what was happening. Why did people think, and still think, that kind of wretchedness served their cause? I didn't care what the cause was. These were arrogant fools. But the news kept coming about just how wretched humanity had been to itself that day. The ...
Today I am thankful for/that: All of the helping hands that are helping to pick up the slack while I'm knocked out by the flu. The girls have turned into great little nurses and even the boys check up on me with a concerned look on their faces. The baby just wants to jump on me like nothing is the matter though. Hubby with a constant supply of ice water and ibuprofen which has been the majority of my sustenance since Tuesday. I thought to ask for help this time. What are you thankful for?
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