Sunday, September 23, 2007

A Reflection

I just got an email from Rose, from the Quinn and Rose Show, a syndicated conservative talk show based out of Pittsburgh. I listen to them on the way to work every day.

I had asked her for a contribution to our 9-11 segment. I had not really expected a reply, particularly not a personalized one, as I was sure that radio celebrities had way too much fan mail to actually answer all of fans. I was surprised at the letter I received. She apologized that she wasn't able to contribute, and instead gave us permission to publish this piece that she wrote for their website: (note the date of authorship... written so recently after 9-11 it should remind us all what we were feeling at the time, just in case our determination flags)

Just A Moment
by Rose, November 2001
I had just walked out my front door to make the short trip across the street to the bus stop to wait for my son. It was one of those perfect fall days; not at all cold, a little warm, in fact, for November. There was just a hint of a breeze bringing with it the familiar scents of the season. I decided to sit down on the edge of my porch and watch for the bus from there.

As I sat, I saw my neighbor on my left, Jan, raking leaves and looking as she always does; like one who is at one with nature, dressed in her usual flannel shirt over jeans and a tee shirt. I could hear the rake as it met with leaves and then scraped over her driveway. On my other side there is a dog, Nickie, who at this time every day takes her post to guard her family's turf from the gathering moms at the bus stop, barking if someone comes a little too close.

My own dog, Jessie, has come over to curl up in my lap, uncharacteristically content to be there rather than engage in a barking match with Nickie, or chase leaves as they dance across the lawn. Mary, across the street, pulls out of her driveway in her SUV and we wave. And I think about how much I like her - how much I like all of my neighbors and their children. I think about how lovely fall is and how anxious I am to see my son again.

And, just for a moment, I forgot. I forgot that we were on high alert. I forgot about my fears for my son and for his future. I forgot that sometimes I'm afraid to get up in the morning and go to work in the city.

For just a moment life is good again. It is beautiful, and lovely, and hopeful. And I want to say for just a moment, life was much like it was before September 11th. Before "high alerts" had become common-place, before an airplane flying overhead was cause for me to hold my breath until it passed.

But, life will never be as it was before September 11th. And maybe, had there not been a September 11th, I would not be so affected by . . . . just a moment.

Thank you Rose. I would like to urge our readers to check them out on their local news-talk stations. Their affiliates list can be found here:

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