9/11 thoughts
So today, found myself reflecting back on where I was when the first plane hit the twin towers in New York. At the time I was working at a pharmaceutical in Chicago, as soon as my group heard what had happened we were all pulled into a meeting to discuss how to approve the lots of medical diagnostic kits we had in process so that they would be available to test the blood donations that everyone thought were so desperately needed.
I found myself praying for those who died, and especially for their families the person who’s loved ones were taken so suddenly out of their lives.
I found myself thinking how fortunate I was. And this was big because I had a very bad day.
Tomorrow will be three months to the day that my ex and I appeared in front of a judge for a whole 10 minutes to dissolve our 9-year marriage. And a week before I found out that he had slept and moved in with a new girlfriend. Though he does swear he did not have an affair he waited until we were divorced. Needless to say I do not believe him, especially because he did not even touch me intimately in two years. Oh and how I tried.
I am actually getting over him slowly but surly. It is just SO HARD, especially since I have our four year old and he is out there living the single life and giving his girlfriend everything I had wanted, asked for and needed.
So today I felt very very alone and overwhelmed. I was sick of being the responsible one, the one that had to take care of everyone and everything with no one to take care of me. I was digging myself into my little "why me" whole.
This was until I saw the news specials on remembering 9/11 and I began to think how blessed I was. Even after all the HELL I have been through these past three months, I still have what is most precious to me alive and by my side: my child, my parents, my friends (new and old) and my faith.
So overall I am blessed more than I ever thought I would be. This experience has brought me closer to God, my parents, my child, myself.
And with out it I would have never been able to find my guardian angels, especially the ladies at the three keys group, who have allowed me to slowly become the person that I thought lost oh so many years ago. They welcomed me with open arms and hearts. They even encourage me to do something I have never ever done, write a story.
So on this Sept 11th I am blessed beyond me dreams, I know that their will be hard days to come, but in my heart I know everything will be alright, because if all the families of the victims of 9/11 have survived these five years and are still standing so can I.
M
I found myself praying for those who died, and especially for their families the person who’s loved ones were taken so suddenly out of their lives.
I found myself thinking how fortunate I was. And this was big because I had a very bad day.
Tomorrow will be three months to the day that my ex and I appeared in front of a judge for a whole 10 minutes to dissolve our 9-year marriage. And a week before I found out that he had slept and moved in with a new girlfriend. Though he does swear he did not have an affair he waited until we were divorced. Needless to say I do not believe him, especially because he did not even touch me intimately in two years. Oh and how I tried.
I am actually getting over him slowly but surly. It is just SO HARD, especially since I have our four year old and he is out there living the single life and giving his girlfriend everything I had wanted, asked for and needed.
So today I felt very very alone and overwhelmed. I was sick of being the responsible one, the one that had to take care of everyone and everything with no one to take care of me. I was digging myself into my little "why me" whole.
This was until I saw the news specials on remembering 9/11 and I began to think how blessed I was. Even after all the HELL I have been through these past three months, I still have what is most precious to me alive and by my side: my child, my parents, my friends (new and old) and my faith.
So overall I am blessed more than I ever thought I would be. This experience has brought me closer to God, my parents, my child, myself.
And with out it I would have never been able to find my guardian angels, especially the ladies at the three keys group, who have allowed me to slowly become the person that I thought lost oh so many years ago. They welcomed me with open arms and hearts. They even encourage me to do something I have never ever done, write a story.
So on this Sept 11th I am blessed beyond me dreams, I know that their will be hard days to come, but in my heart I know everything will be alright, because if all the families of the victims of 9/11 have survived these five years and are still standing so can I.
M