But then as I was sitting here, watching the lightening and hear the rain and thunder and Steely Dan on the radio, the light bulb clicked on in my head. Yes, I could rant and rave about a tough day I had with a student and how grossly hot it is in my room and my apartment, but why? What real good would that do? Yes, it helps to get frustration off my chest, but you don't want to read/hear about it. You have your own conundrums in your own life.
Little Suzie is sick and has an ear infection and is up all night screaming. Your boss at work is a total donkey. Your coworkers are worse than those on the TV show "The Office". (did they put your red stapler in Jello?) Your significant other is not even giving you the time of day because football season has started and baseball season is "just starting to get good". Your car is making a weird noise and smells funny. And no, it's not your kid's football/soccer/field hockey gear in the way way back. Your dog messed with the wrong skunk. Etc, etc, etc
In other words, we all have those days. Like one of my education professors said, "Every day can't be a red letter day". Tomorrow will be better, right? Just like after 9/11, the world went on and kept going. We were and are forever changed by those events, but hopefully, we are better for it. Those 2977 people who died did not die in vain. We are (hopefully) a better nation, community, and a better person for what happened and how we have reacted to the tragedy.
We will have bad days. But we will go on and be stronger for the struggle. And never forget.
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| My visit to NYC, September 9, 2005 |
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