September 11th or 9-11. It’s not Patriot Day in my head yet. In fact, when I hear that I kind squint my eyebrows and have to think what they’re talking about. I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard through the grapevine what was going on and switched on the television only to see the second plane happen in real time. I imagine you remember where you were too.
My first grader came home and proudly showed the calendar she made in class. “I think I’m going to be sad on September 11th.”
“Oh honey,” I said, “did they talk about it in school?”
She looked at me funny and explained it was going to be her pretend pet shop club graduation day. “What were YOU talking about?”
Well, I had opened my mouth, and they were old enough. So I explained about the loss of 3000 lives and the war that progressed from there. Questions ensued about why people would do such things.
My fourth grade son listened quietly before speaking up. “It’s not entirely their faults, is it?”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“The men that did it. It’s not entirely their faults because someone was teaching them the lies that killing Americans is a good thing.”
I was stunned… and thankful. My son didn’t automatically go to hate. He saw the root problem. Lies.
So on Patriot Day we will have a moment of silence for those whose lives were lost and we will pray for the lies to stop, and that the TRUTH would set all free.
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