We spent September 11 raising money for special education and being a family all at the same time. It’s not as easy as it sounds. As a family we made and sold french fires at a local festival with other families to help special education in our school district. We know some truly amazing people who made this possible, and we all come from diverse backgrounds – what draws us together is what we dream of for our children. There aren’t a lot of things we can do together to help out, but we found something in this activity today, and I am as proud as I have ever been of us and those we know for making it all come together and allow each of us to contribute. And in the background, First Responders from New York came here to tell us their story and their wish for peace.
And me, I began and ended the day in tears, wanting something lovely for me and my family and finding it as we ended the day and wended our way home singing aloud to Elton John’s Tiny Dancer, knowing somehow that the child in me, miraculously, has been given all she needed over the years. Who can ask more for that, when so much changed and so much is needed for us on September 11?