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Remembering Nine Eleven

NOTE FROM MANAGEMENT: this post is for me more than anything. feel free to read along, but my “audience” today is fairly narrowly defined. – thanks, the Editor

The first thing I wrote online that morning: a call to prayer to our email list. In another email later that night, 9:33pm – “But for now, I’m just numb, I think – and praying for the Spirit to Comfort the people…”

One year later, I took a “media fast” to avoid the talk – everywhere on television news for weeks around the anniversary. I had only just started blogging.

Again a year later, two years after – a few more words, but not much.

In 2004, a new blogsite and not really a mention of the anniversary on the date: just musings here and here (I blogged a lot more before Twitter, I think). My own catastrophe of sorts had happened, and was mostly dealing with the “what next” that follows most of life’s big devastating moments.

The next year, I posted on music and on losing at fantasy football (some things never change). But the day before those I wrote/quoted something that I really like on passing down to our kids:

Better Answer
I had this question on the 3′s post earlier this week: What is the most important thing you want your children to tell you they learned from you when they grow up? I think I found a “better” answer, something that might be true of my kids and I, and anyone else paying attention:

… And truthfulness, like the strange world of the Bible, was a subject of which my father understood himself to be a learner, not an authority, and certainly not a professional. He was notoriously impatient with people who thought or spoke otherwise of themselves. He didn’t always know how to have a conversation with people who didn’t seem too well acquainted with the criminals under their own hats. Like Columbo, he was a little embarassed for them and a little frustrated.

This frustration had a lot to do with the hope and comfort he derived from what we might term Waffle House Conversationalism, the open and folksy dynamic of people sitting and talking over food and drink in a boisterous public place. What could be more exciting and egalitarian? No appeal to the court of fact has more resonance than another, everybody has to let everybody else finish speaking, and nobody’s allowed to talk too terribly loud, because people are trying to eat in peace. You’re welcome to bring the Bible or the president into it, but if you don’t keep you ego at a reasonable volume, you can take your conversation elsewhere.

(David Dark, The Gospel According To America, p. xi)

In 2006, I was in still another new site (this time it was Typepad, but I bailed on them after awhile and moved the posts to hosted wordpress). This was the first year I think I really tried to put something positive and growth-focused in my writing for that anniversary time. It’s the story of Edward James Day, a firefighter who died in service to everyone in need. The photos in the post were lost when I left typepad, but I’m going to fix that – just seems like the right thing to do.

I posted someone else’s words again in 2007. I did a teacher’s essay assignment in 2008. I posted a thought spurred by Seth Godin in 2009. In 2010, I posted pics of our niece born a couple of days before. There wasn’t much last year, more linking-to-older-posts. And this year…

Well, this year I am documenting the documentation. I’ll keep this to look back on, to add to, to share with progeny what was going through my growing challenging changing experiential mind this past decade plus. And I’ll remember – if nothing else, I’ll remember that it’s indeed important to remember and to move forward because of it all.

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