I am lucky for a number of reasons. On this 11th anniversary of 9/11, I'm reminded of just how lucky I am. I was thinking of this as I was writing my facebook status. What a difference between my life and my children's lives.
Why I am lucky/grateful/thankful:
1. I wasn't in the Pentagon on that day. I worked over there enough over the years but was still on maternity leave. My friends weren't there, either. Very lucky indeed.
2. I remember a pre-9/11 life. I remember being able to take my mom to NIH when she visited, walking around without a security check. I remember being able to go into the Smithsonian museums and the Post Office Pavilion without walking through metal detectors. I remember being able to drive past the White House. And, the one that really bothers me, I remember driving without the Report Suspicious Activity signs above the beltway.
3. I know a lot of people who had family and/or friends die on 9/11. I am not one of them.
4. I am no longer naive. I don't assume my world is safe. I pay attention to my world around me.
5. While I don't pretend to understand those that join the military, I am grateful for their service. They do what I wasn't willing to do myself. I respect that more now than I ever did before.
To those that died, we will never forget. To those that protect us, thank you.