“If we learn nothing else from this tragedy, we learn that life is short and there is no time for hate.” – Sandy Dahl, wife of Flight 93 pilot Jason Dahl
I had been working in the dispatch office for a nearby trucking company and had already missed some work so I knew I needed to go in and couldn’t stay home. I called my boss and it was okay for me to bring Jasny to work with me. There was a board room that was never used but it had a TV and VCR in it so I packed a couple of her favorite movies.
We were already running late as I packed the truck and made the short drive to work. On the way over I turned on the radio and was instantly struck with confusion as I heard the interruption stating something about planes and buildings and New York City. At the very moment I heard the initial news, Jasny threw up in the back seat. We only had another minute or two of driving and I looked in the rearview mirror and underneath my frustration apologized saying that we were close and I’d help her soon.
As we arrived at work, I helped her out of the truck and we headed inside. As I walked in the door, the front, which was always empty, was filled with men that worked in the warehouse. They were in the boardroom gathered around the TV that had the VCR. Admittedly I was a little annoyed by this. I hadn’t really grasped what had happened and knew only that I had a sick daughter and needed that space and that TV and VCR for her in an attempt to get my work done.
And then I walked in the room.
Horror and devastation as I watched the second tower get struck by a plane. It was just after 8 in the morning (CST) and I wondered why we were watching such a terrible movie.
Why weren’t the guys in the back working? Why was everyone standing around the TV that never got used in the room that had never been used instead of loading the trucks?
And then I realized. It wasn’t a movie. It was real life and it was happening now.
As the nightmare continued unfolding on screen, the guys slowly made their way to the warehouse to finish loading trucks. Jasny was cleaned up and although not feeling well, she was settled in the room with the TV and VCR, with the devastation on repeat as the station kept live coverage. I walked back to my desk, about 20 feet away, in a daze at what was going on.
What had happened? Why would someone do this?
There were more questions than answers and I didn’t know how to comprehend and embrace what was taking place. I knew I had work that needed to be done, so the TV was turned off and a Veggie Tales movie took over the screen.
We all vividly remember where we were and what we were doing that day. That day many of us took extra time to hug our loved ones or make calls to others just to hear their voices. You might have even gone out of your way and did something special to show your love and appreciation.
Have you continued to remember the importance of each day? Have you continued to show your love and appreciation, just in case today is the last day? Or have you allowed yourself to slip back into the reality of the busy-ness of your life, not fully embracing that you have this one precious life?
The truth is that most of us just make the assumption that we have a long life to live – we think that happens to “them” and not us.
Today be reminded that you never know the circumstance or what is next in your life.
Today be reminded that all you have when you leave is the way you’ve made others feel.
Today be reminded that you have THIS moment and this moment is the only one guaranteed to you.
When you step back and inevitably recall where you were and what you were doing 13 years ago, also take a moment to reflect on your life now. Have you allowed that day to impact you in a way where you now bring more love into your life and those around you?
When you wonder what can you possibly do…because you are “only” one…love. You can do love. At the end of the day what matters most is how you love. Today and everyday ask yourself, “If today were my last day, have I loved enough?”
Make a Difference . . . Lead with Love