I don’t know about you but when I think of an anniversary, I think of celebration.  Subsequently, I relate celebration to a happy event or occasion.

But today, that is not the case.  We all soberly remember the tragedy that occurred 11 years ago today.  So many of our fellow Americans fell on this date, families were shattered, lives ended and/or were changed forever.

Two years ago today, I suffered a personal tragedy myself.  I was stricken with TM, which resulted in the disability that I am recovering from today.  As I think about it, I feel as if my body was attacked much like the attack on the twin towers.  It was a surprise attack!  It came out of the blue!  Never in life did I expect such a thing to happen!  I was crippled emotionally!  I did not lose my life but I was severely wounded….  I thank God for my life!

Please don’t be offended.  If you for any second think that I am minimizing the event of 9/11/2001 by making the above comparison, please dispel that thought immediately.  I completely recognize the differences.

When I look back at my life two years ago, about how I just moved from day to day in my everyday life, about how I was having such a great time at Ralph’s Labor Day BBQ, about how a week before that I was out dancing with my girlfriends in L.A………  Ohhh, when I look back at  two years ago I am still just stunned that today I am having to learn to stand up, learn to control my core muscles, learn to walk again.  I am just stunned.  It has been a very tough two years both emotionally and physically.

I was very restless last night and was up until very late as I meditated on the journey that I have been through.  I was thinking about how weary I’ve been as of late.  How frustrated I have been because I have not yet seen the full manifestation of God’s promise to restore me.  I’m not at all frustrated with God.  I know that I am healed.  Its the timeline that is frustrating.  It takes time for the nerves and muscles to recover and interact the way they were designed to.   I thought about how I’ve suffered from waves of sadness and depression over the past two years.  But mostly last night I thought about how blessed I am that I still have my life and that I look forward to much better day.  I know it is on the horizon.

I wonder about the families from 9/11 and how they have been surviving…. I can not even imagine their situation.  I can not imagine how that event stormed through their lives and the ripples that will be everlasting no matter how far away we get from that actual date.

So today is what they call the anniversary of that tragic event.  It is the anniversary of my tragic event.  And I have come to the conclusion that the thing I will relate to this anniversary, to this celebration is the fact that we are survivors.  I celebrate our spirit of survival!

My heart goes out to all those who were so personally touched by this event.  May God’s peace continue to envelop you and move you forward!