The Better U.S. Challenge

September 11th.

Even saying the date, causes a pang of anguish deep in my heart. Amazing how one powerful date can be the harbinger of such twisted emotion and raw grief, now twelve years past.

I've been monitoring various social media outlets this morning, watching the manners of remembrance.  Hundreds of lengthy Facebook posts announcing their 'I remember that day all too well!  I was at .....".  Eighty-five character tweets followed by multiple hashtags #911, #NYC and #wherewereyou, and #neverforget. Pinterest boards.  Google+ discussion groups. Instagram photo galleries.

I remember too.  I remember having an utter meltdown my office, and hour and a half from my home, husband and children. I remember tortuous live video feeds on every news channel of brave souls preferring a long, suicidal jump to their death over the surety of burning alive. I remember the looks of confusion and terror and dust on the faces of those on the street, in shock that not only had this happened but that they had, by the Grace of God and the the FDNY, managed to survive it.  I remember the unified aspect of the rescue personnel - all business, harried, and resolute.  The faces of true heroes.

The week of 9/11, I had crumpled into a mess of sorrow, shock, pity, fear and neurosis.  I was afraid for my children.  If these militant, crazy people could get to us at the heart of the country, then we were doomed.  Should I teach my children to fire weapons, defend themselves, fend for themselves? Just in case? Was that our new reality?
And then, ever my anchoring voice of reason and safety, my husband gently took my hands.  "You're being overly dramatic - this isn't you. If you act like this,if you fall apart - they win.  This is what they want, what they are hoping for - to send a shock wave of fear throughout the country. The United States of America does NOT shake in it's boots.  Ever."  Eric was former military - he understood far better than I could.

And then, after a solid week of watching the news broadcasts virtually nonstop - I turned the television off and stepped back.

I vowed to hug my family a little tighter and lot more often.  I thanked the universe that I had my children and husband, while so many had lost theirs.  I hoped the knowledge that the country shared their pain would somehow lighten the agony of loss so many people felt; yet intrinsically knowing it could not. I vowed to stand tall, swallow my fear and doubt, and stare resolute in the face of those who would cause us harm.  We are The United States. In that  moment, I promised to do my best to live my life to the fullest I could, knowing that every day counts.  I pledged to teach my children to be the best men they could be - THAT would be the antithesis to this attack on our soil, on our families, on our way of life.

And here I stand, twelve years later.

I have succeeded at some and failed at others.  I experienced the ups and downs of life that we all go through - I have lived. In the end, there has been more positive than negative, and for that I am grateful.  I have wonderful children, and an amazing grandson. I have a terrific husband, who has grown and matured right alongside me. I have friends, family and extended family who are loving, special and unique. I have cleansed my life of people who caused more grief than smiles.  I have tried to be the most genuine person I am capable of being.

There will always be another fight, another bully, another war.  There will be people who feel that they can force their beliefs, desires, ideas and economies onto others, without defense or repercussion. Sadly, there will always be another dictator, tyrant, leader who feels they can eliminate other human beings - brutally, cruelly, and without remorse.

But we will stand here, unshaken and stoic.  We will be the dark statues standing resolute and whole when the dust clears and chaos reigns. We will grow our children to not know hate and discontent, but instead to have patience, acceptance, gratitude, and humanity.  We will teach them to guard their conscience as well as we guard our borders, to stand tall over the world, protecting those who are unable.

This is what 9/11 has come to mean to me.

I am issuing a challenge to myself - call it "The Better U.S. Challenge".
Beginning right now - today - I will endeavor to improve the lives of those around me in some small way.  Complete strangers, family, friends, all walks of this crazy, short life. Once a day, I will do something small, to make someone's life a wee bit easier, gentler, less stressful.  Maybe it's dropping a quarter in a meter about to expire.  Maybe it's buying a coffee for the distressed mother of three behind me at the coffee shop.  Maybe it's a simple phone call to someone who's experienced fear or loss recently.  Maybe it's just a simple, "Wow!  You look great!" or a "What an amazing job you did!".  Maybe it's a straightforward, "Do you know how much I love you?" or "I really appreciate everything you do for me!"

I believe, we get so caught up in ourselves, our lives, our unique little solitary universes that we forget.  We forget the shared reciprocity that make us whole.  We forget that, aside from times of cataclysmic events, we can and should be there for each other every day.  It only makes us stronger, wiser and truly united.

What is your challenge?  Will you join me?