I don't want to get all deep and sappy or anything like that but I do want to remember that fateful morning seven years ago. After watching the horror on TV, I went ahead and took The Boy and The Girl to preschool. Just after I dropped them off, I heard something about a third plane and the Pentagon. Against my better judgement, I left the kids at preschool. I should have gone back to their room, snatched them up, and gone home - but no. That's not what I did. I left them. I noticed on my way home that the traffic was starting to get bad. I decided I'd leave the house an hour early to pick them up from preschool (which was about 15 minutes away). I left my house around 10:30 to pick up the kids. I was stuck in traffic until 5:30pm! Luckily, I had a friend who was able to get them for me - I picked them up at her house.
What a surreal day it was. Do you remember the first airplane you heard after the no-fly ban? I do. I remember it vividly. I also remember the first low-flying airplane I heard after that day. We lived close to a small airport, so low-flying aircraft were common. EXCEPT...except after that day. Because after that day, the skies were quiet. And when they weren't anymore, it was suddenly an unnerving sound to hear a plane fly by.
Have I changed? Oh yes. My whole life has changed. It seems many of us have - and yet, there are so many who have not. Interesting. Sad...but interesting.
Do I think it will happen again? Yes. Without a doubt. I want to believe it won't, but I know it will. And next time...I'm afraid it will be worse. Much worse. And there is nothing I can do about it. I don't even know that our nation would be willing to do what is necessary. Hell - I KNOW it wouldn't because it hasn't yet. It never will.