It is now ten years later. Time stops for nothing and quite a bit has happened over the past 10 years in each of our lives. Still, the magnitude of what happened in the past has left us with plenty of reasons to remember this particular date every year.
We talk about terror and we talk about what has changed. For many, this was a true act of terrorism and there is no doubt that fear has integrated into our society and some things will never be the same. Yet I refuse to call this terrorism. It was nothing but an act of cowardly murder carried out by a group of delusional swine.
There is no suppressing the anger I feel, but anger does nothing to soothe the pain or change what has happened. I wish I knew what we could do to keep things like this happening, but unfortunately, there is no way we can completely scrub the filth out of some elements of our society.
Like many others, I would like this world to be more peaceful. It is hard enough to survive sheltering ourselves from natural elements and keeping our bodies healthy through the passage of time. The fact that our lives may also threatened by others that do not possess an ounce of humanity in their souls is something that is unfathomable, but unfortunately a part of our environment.
As tragic is that is, we have not stopped living our lives. Collectively as a nation, we have not cowered and we are not consumed by fear. Still, we still remember what happened ten years ago.
A component of human consciousness is our ability to reflect upon the past. We have the control in our minds to relive the events of what has happened before. It is real easy to be consumed by the horror, sadness and anger of remembering what happened ten years ago. The stories are told over and over in our media. Yet too much focus is about large buildings that collapsed. That is not what made the day a tragedy.
So I personally choose to focus on the remembrance of one person. I think of Vic Saracini, who was someone that I did not know very well; but he was someone who I had the pleasure to meet at my former place of business. He was a kind person who talked to me on occasion about his career and how much he loved his family. He was a special person whose life was ended prematurely ten years ago.
How could anyone purposely end his life? If only they had known how special he was.
The tragedy of what has happened ten years ago results from the loss of his life and the lives of many others. It is not day to live in terror or to think about buildings being destroyed. Today is a day I choose to mourn the loss of Vic Saracini. My thoughts are with his family and friends.
