Last week, you might remember I asked for happy childhood memories. We got some fabulous ones and I thank you all! It was great to read them.
Fellow blogger and good buddy Kid added something that was truly profound and hit me HARD: “…..but, my favorite memories were everything up until 9/11/2001”
I agree. “everything up until…” There are young people, even those in their teens now (!) who don’t know America before September 11, 2001. They don’t know what it meant to feel totally safe, to be patriotic and not feel some on the Left are shaming you for it, how it felt to get on a plane after waiting in interminable lines with your shoes off and not worry a terrorist might bring it down, how you could go into a large venue and not fear terrorists starting to shoot, how it felt to walk slowly down an American street and be very sure you’ll make it to the end of it without being hit by a truck driven by terrorists, how we could still be proud of this Christian country despite attempts to criticize “ALL Christians” for everything from not wanting to kill babies to praying in public but having to constantly excuse Muslims for terrorism because “not ALL muslims..” etc. Etc. Etc.
What does Kid’s sentiment mean to you? Does it conjure up the deep feelings I had when I read it?
God bless all those who died that day, God bless all those families of the dead, the responders, and us. God bless us as we still struggle to truly grasp that we’ve become weaker instead of stronger in the wake of this nightmare due to political correctness. “Help us, God… Amen.”