Everywhere today, you’ll see posts re: 9/11. The big question: Where were you when tragedy struck? I remember like it was yesterday. I was married to my first husband, active military. I was at work, sitting next to an older woman who listened to news radio every morning. I can still see the look of shock on her face, and the stillness that blanketed our cubicles. Some of us cried, and hugged one another. Some of us had to go home early because we couldn’t concentrate. I was one of those people, and tears fell the entire drive home. When I’d risk a glance into someone else’s car, I could see that I wasn’t the only one. It didn’t matter- male or female, young or old. We were all in emotional pain. Twelve years later, 9/11 reminds us of what’s most important. School shootings, Syria, tragedies such as these always puts my life into perspective, and I better appreciate the people I have in my life, the peace, the opportunities I have for not only creating goodness in my own world, but for others, too. Which is why even small moments, like a walk through an apple orchard, should be treasured. It’s these little moments that mean so much to me, and on 9/11, I always appreciate them so much more. Thank you to those who protect our country. Prayers for those who lost their lives, and to the families who carried on after this tragedy.