Thursday, September 11, 2008

Do you remember?

Do you remember?
Do you know what today is?

It's been seven years.
I don't think of it as much as I used to. I have four boys to raise and it takes a lot of my brain power. But the way I raise my boys was shaped a lot that day and the following days.

I want my boys to be one of the guys that says, "Let's Roll!"
One that calls home before he makes the commitment to stop the terrorists.
One that's not afraid to sacrifice himself, if necessary, for the greater good or even just one fellow human.
One that goes in after survivors long after he's exhausted.
One that relies on God for the strength to get through the senseless acts of those who aim to hurt us.
One who helps pick up the pieces for those that have survived.
I want them to be one of those.

We're doing our best to raise them with the heart to serve and it's between them and God how that servant's heart is used. Whether it's a fireman or police officer, or a good daddy who helps others in need, or a stranger helping others at a critical moment.
I don't forget, and even though the boys don't remember, I'll never let them skip the lessons we learned that fateful day seven years ago.

We remember September 11, 2001.

God Save us all!