Count Your Blessings
By ThrowsLikeAGirl
Here in the Northeast it's a crisp, perfectly gorgeous fall day. The sky is bright blue and the leaves are just starting to deepen in color. There are a few red sugar maples getting off to an early start. The morning bears an uncanny resemblance to the morning that changed everything - just 3 years ago.
People are out in their yards planting mums and mowing lawns and rifling through junk at tag sales. There are a few flags at half-staff. Later on the working people will crack open a beer and put on the game to see if the Sox will get any closer to the Yankees. It's a classic American Saturday. Life goes on.
The Yankees are on the road today in Baltimore, so I guess Ronan Tynan is doing his 7th-inning God Bless America show somewhere else - perhaps down the road a bit in lower Manhattan — where the gaping hole has been cleaned up and fenced off — but is still looking like a huge scar. And the people that lost irreplaceable family members and good friends will recall that personal pain again - and do something small and meaningful to honor those lives.
The rest of us will consider what we have lost in these past 3 years, too. But there are still so many blessings here: the lawn that needs cutting, the roof that leaks, the dirty car, the bills piling up and the struggles of your baseball team. These are the blessings of life going on. Count 'em up - and raise up that beer in a toast to all the insignificant little troubles. God bless America, indeed.
