9 years ago I signed a mortgage for what was meant to be a family home. I was living in Perth at the time. We, XH and I had just seen the mortgage broker off after a marathon contract signing and finance explaining effort and we were exhausted. I turned on the television in the bedroom hoping for some mindless dribble and a distracting change of pace.
I think XH and I didn’t talk finances for a week after that.
I remember watching plumes of smoke coming out of a tower and journalists scrambling, rushing to get their words out in case they too faded, as a second plane lit the second tower as it crumbled like melted wax. I believed it to be a movie. It couldn’t be real. I switched over needing something lighter. But it was everywhere.
I remember being scared, not in a child like way, but with an awareness that chilled me to the core that evil was around.
It was a big day.
I haven’t known what to say over the side of the world as American news media outlets and the bloggersphere has marked the 9 year anniversary. But I will say this; Those planes took lives, but in my view gave America its sense of community and put it on display for all of us to honor. Battles for justice and equity have raged since
On the same date some six years earlier a brave young(er) PB took on a mammoth task of justice and community on a somewhat more localised scale. To this date he fights on with courage and determination I can but aspire to.
I honour in a small way all to whom Sept 11 becomes an anniversary of fighting for the good.
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