The apple doesnt fall far...
On 9/11/07
I picked my son up at school and asked what he learned about today. It was Red, White and Blue day. I was suprised to hear that in the third grade it sounds like they explained the 9/11 scenario pretty thoroughly. But I expounded and told him more about why we remember 9/11. We remember the helpless victims who didnt see it coming. We remember the Heroes who prevented the last plane from taking more life, by sacraficing their own.
He was visibly upset. But proud and grateful.
It reminded me of today 9/14/01 sever long years ago. At the National Prayer service and day of remembrance after 9/11.
I rose from the couch after watching all I could from home. I departed back to work. Within a mile, I was shaken, and shaking. Something was wrong.
I got to work, and could barely make it inside.
I layed myself out on the couch and had someone call my wife, who immediately came and picked me up. She took me to the Doctor, who immediately had me Ambulanced to the local hospital.
I was 33, and I felt like I was going to die. Weak, shaking, and Im not a weak or shakey person. I was literally debilitated.
After some hours at the hospital, I was released and recovering. Diagnosis: Panic attack.
I was visibly upset. In retrospect, I think it was the overwhelming sense of helplessness I felt during the whole week of 9/11.
I emotionally collapsed in on myself.
I have since been proud and and grateful for all the sacrafice that has occurred from my fellow Americans.
God, Bless America! AMEN.
I picked my son up at school and asked what he learned about today. It was Red, White and Blue day. I was suprised to hear that in the third grade it sounds like they explained the 9/11 scenario pretty thoroughly. But I expounded and told him more about why we remember 9/11. We remember the helpless victims who didnt see it coming. We remember the Heroes who prevented the last plane from taking more life, by sacraficing their own.
He was visibly upset. But proud and grateful.
It reminded me of today 9/14/01 sever long years ago. At the National Prayer service and day of remembrance after 9/11.
I rose from the couch after watching all I could from home. I departed back to work. Within a mile, I was shaken, and shaking. Something was wrong.
I got to work, and could barely make it inside.
I layed myself out on the couch and had someone call my wife, who immediately came and picked me up. She took me to the Doctor, who immediately had me Ambulanced to the local hospital.
I was 33, and I felt like I was going to die. Weak, shaking, and Im not a weak or shakey person. I was literally debilitated.
After some hours at the hospital, I was released and recovering. Diagnosis: Panic attack.
I was visibly upset. In retrospect, I think it was the overwhelming sense of helplessness I felt during the whole week of 9/11.
I emotionally collapsed in on myself.
I have since been proud and and grateful for all the sacrafice that has occurred from my fellow Americans.
God, Bless America! AMEN.
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