Just in case anyone thought otherwise, today is not a holiday. Yes, a horrible attack occurred 6 years ago. Many people were killed. It was a tragedy of human suffering, and a travesty of administration inaction.
But my life goes on.
I've lost many people in my life. Two years after that tragedy, I lost six people important to my life in 6 months. Their deaths are not celebrated with a day off each year. Instead, we held funerals. We held each other and supported each other in continuing on with life. We grieved, we cried, we questioned why, and we moved on with living our lives.
Some in this nation need to get over their grief and move on with their lives.
Today, 6 years later, I continue to live, to work, to carry on in my best capacity as a human being. Of course it's not easy, And yes, there are no guaranties that life will be safe. Every day I drive to work, or return home to my family, I face the possibility of death.
By accident. By a twist of fate. By the simple failure of my oh-to-human body. Maybe even at the hands of terrorist, be they foreign or homegrown. In the end, I am going to die. And most likely, actually very likely, in a manner not of my choosing. I have to accept that inevitable fact.
That's why I choose not to give in to fear. Why fear the inevitable?
So, today, I choose not to fear the inevitable.
But my life goes on.
I've lost many people in my life. Two years after that tragedy, I lost six people important to my life in 6 months. Their deaths are not celebrated with a day off each year. Instead, we held funerals. We held each other and supported each other in continuing on with life. We grieved, we cried, we questioned why, and we moved on with living our lives.
Some in this nation need to get over their grief and move on with their lives.
Today, 6 years later, I continue to live, to work, to carry on in my best capacity as a human being. Of course it's not easy, And yes, there are no guaranties that life will be safe. Every day I drive to work, or return home to my family, I face the possibility of death.
By accident. By a twist of fate. By the simple failure of my oh-to-human body. Maybe even at the hands of terrorist, be they foreign or homegrown. In the end, I am going to die. And most likely, actually very likely, in a manner not of my choosing. I have to accept that inevitable fact.
That's why I choose not to give in to fear. Why fear the inevitable?
So, today, I choose not to fear the inevitable.
