Today is a day that I won’t turn on the news or the television. I cannot handle the grief porn that will inevitably spew out of the media. I choose to remember 9/11 a different way.
I choose to remember how we came together as a nation, overlooked our differences and helped one another. I was actually in France over 9/11 and couldn’t get back to Bermuda where we were living at the time. We ended up in London. I was there when “God Bless America” was played in front of Buckingham Palace. I had people stop me in the streets and tell me how sorry they were after hearing me speak in my American accent to my 2 year old and 6 month old children. I remember the kindness. Continue reading