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Friday, September 11, 2009
Let me stop and tell you a little story. Thinking back to September 11th, I like most Americans can remember that day like it was yesterday. I was prego with the man cub (horrible pregnancy) and I woke up at 10:00 with 43 messages on my answering machine. I knew something was wrong. It was one of those days I will never forget. I'm going to put a little spin on this story, take it in a different direction. You see, Sarge had 3 kids from a previous marriage. Less than a year later I went from one having one kid to having 5 very kneedy children.
I had no idea how to raise these kids who had come from a bad place. Life was hard for them, the hoarded food, they were mean and beat on each other and you can tell no one had invested the time to teach them right from wrong. But we adjusted. We were poor, we were tired and we were at a loss on how to help these kids grow up to be functional. They were a victim of their parents divorce. No Dad around and a Mom who couldn't be bothered.
But look, some how we all made it. They have grown up to protect this country. To give back. To put their life in danger for the good of mankind. Sometimes I look at them and these pictures and it blows my mind that they pulled themselves together. I am so proud of these kids.
So today while I think back and remember those who lost their lives so tragically both in the twin towers and the pentagon I am also going to take a moment and remember those who have lost their lives in this war and those who are still giving.