Like many others every time I see or hear that date (or its cruel partner 9/11) it sends a chill up my spine. I get sad. I become reflective.
On September 11, 2001 I awoke with thoughts of attending a job interview later that day. Having recently been laid off as a result of a manufacturing facility closing I was looking forward to discussing a new career option not far from my home. I kissed my wife good-bye as she headed off to work and then sat down to watch CNN to see what was going on in the world.
I was watching CNN when the first plane hit. Instinctively I called my wife to ask if she knew what had happened. She did. I was still on the phone with her when the second plane crashed. We had no words. Dead silence partnered with the obvious deaths that had already taken place.
The precise timing of information flow that day admittedly gets fuzzy fourteen years later. The other planes and locations. The towers coming down. Over time it has morphed into one huge, horrible blur.
My interview – it was scheduled for the afternoon. I had received no call canceling it but upon arrival the company had indeed closed for the day. The uncertainty of who was involved and why these acts of evil occurred obviously led many businesses to decide to let their employees go home to their loved ones.
My wife and I were reunited shortly upon my return. I don’t recall ever hugging her harder before that moment.
And I haven’t stopped since.
Aside from the very mention of the date causing me to pause whenever I come across it now…there is one other way it fundamentally changed my life forever.
When I say good-bye to my wife each day I make sure she knows how very much I love her.
Do not ever take those you love for granted…but especially when parting.
That’s a part I have played ever since…September 11th.