Woke up this morning to a news show that asked young kids if they remember where they were when the towers fell. Everytime I see the TV clips, I am transported back to that moment, sitting around the TV in the Student Union. I headed back there today. Not because of a TV clip, but because of an erie coincidence. One of our interview questions that I code asks about a time when you were successful.
The applicant talked about how she helped to pick up the pieces of her team after 9/11. Turns out she was supposed to be in Tower Two for a meeting that morning when the plane hit, but luckily the moderator for the meeting called and canceled. I can't hardly believe it. I got this specific profile today. She answered this question a week ago, right after the long weekend, and that was her answer. (Perhaps it was the proximaty to the anniversary, but it still caused me to pause and relive the horror.)
There are a few things that I have always thought would occur in my life. (SAVE YOUR WATCHES. I'M ABOUT TO GET SENTIMENTAL ON YO'SELVES) :)
1) I am going to be the girl that started out as a great friend and then becomes the love of someone's life. I do not inspire awe and mystique in men. That's okay. I am one of the gang and have always preferred it that way. (Once in Jr. High, I got all gussied up for a dance. Let my long hair down, new outfit, etc. When I got to the end of the bleachers at the basketball game occuring before the dance, my brother's two best friends were laughing hysterically. Evidently, one said to the other "Check out that hot blonde" to which the other replied "No man, that's STACEY!" That's what I inspire. LOL)
2) I am going to write something that draws people's attention. I still have yet to decide if this is a research related work that I always anticipated writing, but lately have thought about writing a memoir/comedy book.....We'll see on this one too.
3) I am going to have kids and strive to be as good of a mother to them as mine was to me. (Once again....we'll see how this turns out. Looks like being a foster/adoptive mother may be the end result here. I'm not going to give up on this just because I can't find Mr. Right. There are other kids who need love.)
4) Something was going to occur in my life and I would think "This is it for my generation. My parents remember Kennedy being shot, my grandparents remember Pearl Harbor, and I will remember _____" At first I thought it was when we first invaded Iraq. Then, I was just sure that the death of Princess Diana topped it on a global scale. But when September 11th happened, I froze in shock. I could not believe it was happening and for the first time in my life had the true sense that this must all be a dream. Sept 11th. I was in the Student Union watching the Twin Towers fall. A story to share with my grandkids, adopted or not.
(I think tomorrow I shall share a lighter musing with you, eh? Like perhaps trying not to laugh as I gave feedback to a Canadian that kept saying "Yah" and pronounced "Over" as "oah-fer". You betcha there, eh?)
8 comments:
You will inspire awe and mystique when you meet a man that you want to inspire. Until then, don't waste your time on all of the wrong ones.
Great post - it's okay to get a little mooshy ever now and then Stace!
I pray that Sept 11 is the 'IT' moment for your generation and that there will not be something more horrendous to take it's place.
We live in a beautiful world - but evil does exist.
"No man, that's STACEY!" That made me laugh.... HARD! I had the same type of incident in high school. I, too, like(d) it that way! Rock on sista! LOL!
9/11. So many terrible things I remember of that day. Wondering if I would have to raise my daughter alone (because they were thinking that there would be bombs planted on semis and Jeremy was on the road); trying frantically to get ahold of my mom to make sense of it all (as you said it was like a dream... or nightmare rather.); talking to Mel about the lines at the gas station at the end of my block and crying hysterically because I had been home alone all day and wanted to go home (to Mom and Dad) but couldn't even get gas because of the situation at the stations..... the list goes on and on. I, like Jacque, hope that this was the "IT" for our generation.
On a happy note..... I hope that your day is going well and can't wait to hear about the talk with the Canadian!! LOL!!
To put this time into perspective I just keep remembering my childhood of living in daily fear that we would be the target of an atomic bomb attack. It didn't happen.....so eat, drink and be merry(especially be merry or Mary or marry)! Remember I never dreamed anyone could ever love me and I got your dad who still gives me chills when he comes through the door. Plus four children a person could only dream of. Relax, have a pickle (that's from an old commercial, I still think it's funny!) Love!Love!
Hey! Where'd you go? Hopefully you are doing well and just too busy to post!
Hey! Where'd you go? Hopefully you are doing well and just too busy to post!
What was that?
let's not mock the Canadians, mmkay? ;)
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