I have been hearing a lot on television about the events of ten years ago. The ten year anniversary of 9/11 is upon us. It is hard to believe. Ten years ago I was at the end of my master's program. I was literally counting the days until it was over. On the whiteboard outside my office, I had a daily countdown as such:
T - 101
At about noon on September 11, I erased that countdown when I considered the number of people who would be grateful for one more day, one more hour, one more second.... no matter what the condition. And I considered that I had far too much to be grateful for to bemoan the fact that I had a job in management and was attending one of the nation's finest universities - no matter how difficult that seemed to be to me.
There are people at work who have little clocks in their offices that countdown the days to retirement. I think that is about the most depressing thing I can think of. On Tuesday I mentioned to my boss that it was my 17th anniversary, she congratulated me and said "you are another year closer..." I said "to what? my grave?" I am not working for retirement. I am working for today. Because this is the life I have.
It is a gift from God.
And if there are bees as well as a bear chasing you, it doesn't matter - just keep on running!