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Last night, Jenni and I stood outside our church and watched our brothers depart for their class trip to South Dakota.
Suddenly there was a hole in my life.
It was like the last three years had never happened and I was thirteen again, and I should have been climbing onto that bus and waving madly and exclaiming at the pretty colors and bouncing up and down and eating too much sugar and drinking too much soda and planning to stay up all night long so nobody could take scary pictures of me sleeping.
Of course, on our trip, September 11 happened, and it was cancelled halfway through.
I remember sitting in a half-circle in a clearing in the woods and listening to our crying pastor tell us that four planes had been hijacked and two of them had crashed into the World Trade Center and one had hit the Pentagon.
I remember the next day at Wall Drug, seeing the pictures in the newspaper.
I remember coming home and going to school that Friday and doing nothing because we weren't supposed to be there.
It's so strange to think that something like that could change a life so profoundly.
I was conservative back then. I called myself a Lutheran.
If I had been home when it happened, I might still be.
Stop the world.
Just pack it in.
Well, we've reached the point
Where no one ever wins.
Three years.
So much changes. So much stays the same.
Peace is just a word.
It's times like these that I wish I could believe that it could be more.
Suddenly there was a hole in my life.
It was like the last three years had never happened and I was thirteen again, and I should have been climbing onto that bus and waving madly and exclaiming at the pretty colors and bouncing up and down and eating too much sugar and drinking too much soda and planning to stay up all night long so nobody could take scary pictures of me sleeping.
Of course, on our trip, September 11 happened, and it was cancelled halfway through.
I remember sitting in a half-circle in a clearing in the woods and listening to our crying pastor tell us that four planes had been hijacked and two of them had crashed into the World Trade Center and one had hit the Pentagon.
I remember the next day at Wall Drug, seeing the pictures in the newspaper.
I remember coming home and going to school that Friday and doing nothing because we weren't supposed to be there.
It's so strange to think that something like that could change a life so profoundly.
I was conservative back then. I called myself a Lutheran.
If I had been home when it happened, I might still be.
Stop the world.
Just pack it in.
Well, we've reached the point
Where no one ever wins.
Three years.
So much changes. So much stays the same.
Peace is just a word.
It's times like these that I wish I could believe that it could be more.