I lived in Washington DC for six years, starting in June 2001. When the plane crashed into the Pentagon, I was about 8 miles away. While my life didn't change as dramatically as others did that day, the tragic loss of life and sense of insecurity for our country certainly impacted me. I was thinking a lot today about the ongoing lessons of that day. About community and coming together. About helping others in good times and bad.
I am thinking about adding a new "column" to the blog -- one on saving money little by little, on giving up some everyday "treats" so you can share your blessings with others in your community.
I've got a charity I am thinking about highlighting in October but I want to approach my friends who run the group first. I am also wondering if you have any suggestions about small groups that make a big difference.
Please post a comment. And hug your loved ones extra tight tonight. And every night.
Life, despite its ups and downs, is good. And,for that, I am grateful.
So true!!! Thank you for the reminder. I think that should be what 9/11 is most remembered for....coming together.
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