Here I sit at the Delta recharge station near gate B24 at ATL. I am heading to Philadelphia for a consulting visit with a nonprofit raising money for 9/11 support personnel and public service workers (ie. Police, Fire and EMS). Quick up and back flight – getting back in time to go to Clemson v Wofford game with the fam tomorrow.
That is not why I am writing. Sunday marks the 10th anniversary of the attacks of September 11. Many items come to mind when I think about this date… I remember where I was, what I was doing, what I did for the remainder of the day… the questions, the fear, the uncertainty… the F-16s scrambled to the Oconee Nuclear Station that night (when there are NO planes flying anywhere, a military plane has a very distinctive sound… as we found out on the news the next morning).
Still not why I am writing this. I am flying on Sunday – THE anniversary. On the same type of plane used in the attacks. To one of the three airports serving Washington, DC.
My mother is not happy. I heard that today when I let her know about the trip. Yes, I do let people know where I am going and even email itineraries to those that need them. This was just one of those times where it would be better to discuss the flight after the fact. Well… it didn’t work that way and I wound up telling her today.
Am I worried? Sure. A little. I have faith in God and know that if it is my time to go, it is my time… whether that be in an airplane, my car or crossing the street. That is out of my control. God has given us mechanisms to help us go through life and not focus on those items… be it work, extracurricular activities, family or what have you.
I travel a lot. I have seen the influx of security at checkpoints, bag checks and walking the hallways of the airports I have traveled. Of course, it doesn’t fully reassure me, but it gives a greater level of comfort.
So, where do we go from here? Right where you are. Stop and thank God for what you have, who you are and what the future holds for you. I know I am richly blessed with family, friends, work and health. That is enough for me. If I can help make each of those individually and collectively better, I have done my job.
I am not here to preach… Lord knows I am not that person. But, you know, hearing it from someone other than the pulpit could be the spark that helps someone make a change in their life.
We are about to board…
Part 2: 32000 feet about South Carolina enroute to Philadelphia.
Don’t you just love inflight Internet?!? Coupled with my iPad it makes for a quick trip! Now if they will add 110 volts plugs to each of the rows (like Virgin airways, I might add) it would be a sweet trifecta.
This is my second plane of the day and second of the eight I will fly between now and Tuesday.
What a beautiful day to fly:
Yes, a little cloudy, but it is a nice view nonetheless.
Parting thought: enjoy your day. Think positive thoughts, no matter how bad that person makes you feel. They may need a smile more than you know. I know that a smile in the airport is worth more than a stack of bills when you want something done… but that is another story!
September 9, 2011 at 6:05 pm
September 9, 2011 at 7:41 pm
Yep, it’s a bit odd to schedule so many people flying on Sept. 11th for a conference. I heard today of one auctioneer so uncertain about flying that day that she’s paying an extra hotel night to fly in on Saturday.
I don’t feel any extra anxiety about flying, but I feel a tremendous sense of grief…it feels a bit, I don’t know, offensive? inconsiderate? to not spend the entire day Sunday in prayer and reflection. I mean, if EVER there was a Sunday to hold in reverence as the Lord’s day, this seems like such a time.
Life goes on, as it must. Mixed feelings for sure. But glad you posted what mainly are feeling.
September 9, 2011 at 7:42 pm
* what MANY are feeling-sorry
September 9, 2011 at 9:42 pm
Tina and I are flying to Baltimore tororrow where I get to help re-write the GPPA class. I have been thinking many of the same thoughts. God, speed and God bless. Before out time nothing can take us, when it is our time nothing is going to stop it.