In spite of all this, our country has come together and hearts have been touched all around the world. The spirit of love, courage and sympathy has been overwhelming. I'm sure even the families of the victims are grateful at this time for the support and love from our nation.
Many people are now re-thinking their life strategies. Divorce rates are down. A nation once torn by race, religion and color is now holding hands and praying together. The worries of yesterday have been replace by questions: What's really important? And that "what" has been replaced with "who".
Since that tragic day in September I've noticed many things I hadn't before. I don't just listen to my kids talk anymore. I watch them. I savor their smiles and the depth of the color in their eyes. I embrace the little things. The giggles of excitement and even their snores and mumblings when they sleep are magic to my ears.
Why is it that most people do not recognize the miracles in their life until a tragedy occurs? Why did it take the tearing apart of our nation to pull us together?
This Thanksgiving the sky will be bluer, the pumpkin pie will be sweeter and I won't get annoyed at rude remarks made at the dinnertable. Not because I'm a different person, but because I'm seeing life through different eyes.
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