9-11

I was staring this post just like I would any other. I was ready to spill out my woes and self pitys that I had wallowed in at one point over the weekend. I was ready to express my transitional thoughts and how I was going to turn my life around and actually do something. I was ready to just talk about myself and let it all out. Then we turned on the T.V.

Good Morning America is showing the families looking at the memorials for the first time. They were showing the largest man made waterfalls, the names on the ledges, the familes feeling their pains all over again. My problems immediately seemed so small, so selfish, so petty.

We're so lucky to live in America. We're so lucky to be able to believe what we want, to say what we want, and dream what we want.

I am so thankful to be where I am. God is good all the time.