September 11th will always be a solemn day for those of us who remember where we were when we heard the news of the planes striking the World Trade Centers. I don’t want to dwell on the sadness of the day, and I’m sure there will be plenty of memorials and tributes. As it should be. The harrowing images of people jumping to their deaths rather than burn; the scenes of papers and ash billowing out of gaping holes in a building full of moms and dads and daughters and sons and grandparents and friends; these all are branded into my memory.
These images still conjure up feelings of sorrow for me. There still a little raw even 11 years later. I remember fear and shock watching the news in my 7th grade science class. My mom came and picked me up from school that day. It was picture day for the soccer team.
Today, I just wanted to remind you guys to squeeze your family extra tight before you send them off to work or school. Make sure to say you love them before you hang up the phone.
Some people think the “Live every day as if it were your last” mentality is a little morbid, but I think you can see the benefit in making sure you live your life to it’s fullest. You only have one life, but if you live it right, once is enough.