Before my strokes, I remember hearing of tragedies such as shootings, terrorist attacks, car accidents, and such and remember thinking, "Did they have any clue their lives were about to change so dramatically?"
Oddly enough, now I know, by personal experience. And the answer, in my case, was both yes and no.
All fall long I had had a strange inclination that God was preparing me for "something" coming. I had even repeated mentioned to my mom (and once to a WalMart cashier) that I felt an urgency to get my Christmas shopping finished in case I had to go into the hospital or something between then and Christmas. After the stroke my rehab doctor was so amazed God had given me this kind of extra-ordinary "heads-up" in preparation. (In light of all that has transpired over the past year, I can hardly believe holiday preparation was even on my radar as a significant need at this time last year!)
On the other hand, I was totally unprepared that I would go into an appointment on the morning of Oct. 25 and never walk out. If I had any inkling this was to be "the day" or that the impact would be nearly so profound, I never would have gone, wouldn't have even made the appointment! I was semi-prepared for something that might put life temporarily on hold, not a life-altering catastrophe that would change our lives forever.
Back to the 9/11 theme, in that moment our lives were drastically changed. I've rather envy those who the world knows of their suffering and can thus attempt to respond, not that anyone can really soften the blow, but it is a blessing when someone tries. My heart hurts for the countless more who endure their own private "9/11" scope losses every day, yet few know even know to care. I in no way wish to diminish the suffering or honor due to the courageous folk directly impacted by this Patriot's Day, 11 years ago today. I am only commemorating the day my own world changed forever too.
Psalm 46:2 Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountain fall into the heart of the sea,P.S. It's been a teary morning for some unknown reason, other than just the daily stress of living with brain injury. My poor hubby tried to make me smile this morning. Instead of giggling at his joke, I burst into tears instead. There is no logic to my reactions and when you try to apply logic cause-and-effect though processes, you cannot. I can't really even explain my confusing reactions to you, for I am confused by myself! *sigh*