September 11th is a tough day for all of us.  We can all tell you exactly where we were, who we were with, and what we were doing.  Attacked in our own hallowed home.  Memories come flooding back each year when pictures and stories are retold.  Every year I hear a story that is new for me about an unsung hero that sacrificed it all in those moments of terror.  I sit in awe of the men and women who went running in to help.  So many tragedies have been on American soil since that day.  Not just terrorists but people who felt such depth of the dark that they could walk in to a school and shoot.  Mother nature has taken quite a swing at us in the past few years, Moore, Oklahoma sits very heavy on our hearts.



I have seen on facebook today and in talking with friends the thought of the decline of our society.  People not caring for one and other, those who feel entitled to everything, and children who are being raised by computers.  I have to say while I see changes, I am sure every generation does.  But what I have seen as the common thread in all of these horrific events, is the unbelievable kindness, love, and support we give each other.  After 911 all of us trying to help one another contact loved ones, lift up those we knew who lost someone, and those who flooded into the 3 places the tragic events occurred to help.  The Boston Marathon we saw videos of those running to help people immediately following the explosion.  In Moore, as the day broke so did the hearts of America but we were there.  We showed up.  We went to help our fellow citizens out of love.  When the heinous events occurred last December at the elementary school, we all held each other a little tighter, thanked our policemen, got involved in securities of our own children's schools, and prayed.  We the American People are not lost. 


From 911 to today I have lived in 4 different places.  There is a common ground whether its been in Tennessee or Texas....people care about each other!  All of the tragedies listed above occurred during this time period and everyone of them was answered by local communities bonding together to help.  Want to hear a story of amazing people?  I moved to the city of Highland Village one year ago.  I asked some sweet friends if they would like to be a part of a Diabetes Walk with me.  What started as a few friends is a team of over 15 and donations over $5000.  Amazing.  Love.  Kindness.  Hope.  This is who we are.  I see it everyday.  I see it in the family down the street who drove to Moore to help.  I see it in the friend who offered signs to make our garage sale for the walk successful.  I see it in the way our community looks out for each other.  I see it in the way my daughter talks of her life at school.  As we look on the tragic and horrific events that occurred this day, we owe it to those we lost to not loose sight of who we are and why we are such an amazing country.