a moment of silence please

i still can't look at the images, they are, 10 years later still fresh in my mind.   i am dedicating this blog entry to those who can't run, who can't ride, who can't swim.  those that can't hold their loved ones or tell them they love them anymore.  those who did what they were supposed to do that day, they went to work.  and they, never returned home.

i had a hard time with the aftermath of the september 11th attacks, as many of us did.  i sat in my boyfriend at the times room night after night and cried as he tried to comfort me while trying to figure a way to comfort himself.  the day of the attack we were released from work early, being on the east coast and in finance it was uncertain of what was to come.  was this it?  no one knew.  the emergency service announcements on television were not a test and every station broad casted the events of that day with newscasters holding back tears.  we were all the same that day.

i came home and did the only thing i knew how, i went for a run.   i cried and looked up at the sky usually littered with airplanes, now empty.  i don't know what i thought about or even how far i ran.  but i ran for hope that day.  for hope that it was all just a dream.  this was america.

my good friend Jackie and I will be running in a 10K in studio city, calfornia tomorrow.  and just like the day of the attack i will run in silence, no ipod, no noise.  i'll be running for my friends, my colleagues and my fellow americans who no longer can.

May we remember tomorrow what's important in life.  May we clear the hate from our hearts and go out and inspire someone else to do the same.

God bless those who serve, those lives lost, and each other.  

9-11-2001.  WE WILL NEVER FORGET.