Sunday is the fifteenth anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center, Pentagon, and Shanksville, Pennsylvania. My New York skyline was forever altered that day.
I still cannot bring myself to visit the memorial. I lost three friends that day: one police officer, one security guard, who stayed at his post, and one office worker. I was also acquainted with several first responders who died afterwards helping with the clean up.
Locally, every department in the neighboring seven towns sent fire, EMS, and police officers. This was mostly on a volunteer basis as they do not have dedicated fire or EMS personnel.
My friend the office worker, was an administrative assistant, whom I knew through her husband (Mustang Boy.) They had a fight the night before. They never made up. It was stupid and wasn't important: just a normal marriage disagreement about things.
They had time to work it out. Except they didn't. His last words to his wife were "we'll talk about this later."
I believe Mustang Boy would have committed suicide if it weren't for their children. He continues therapy to this day.
Please take a moment and show gratitude to the people you care about. Say, "thank you for being my friend."
Call your parents and family. Forgive those you can. Tell someone you love them and you are glad they are in your life. Reach out to that friend you haven't spoken to in a while and say hello.
You may not get to talk to them later.
(I want to thank the person who helped me edit my scattered and rambling thoughts into a readable post)
Don't be a perverted asshole. Be a perverted gentleman.