At work we acknowledged the 34 men and women coworkers, who made the selfless contribution to drop everything and to assist with the recovery efforts at Ground Zero.
One of the speakers, spoke about how we all remember where we were when this tragedy happened. How we came together as US Citizen, no matter the religious backgrounds and race. It was a beautiful thing to see.
I remember where I was that day, at home preparing to go to my first class at MCCC. I watched as the news played and the first plane struck the first tower. I stood there in disbelief because somehow it couldn’t be real. Dazed and sadden by seeing people jumping to from windows to get away and sadly losing their lives.
I was proud of the United States as we rally together. I wish our sense of pride and love for our fellow men and women was still strong.
Please take a moment out of your day to thank a first responder, local fire fighters, police officers and fellow Americans who protect and serve our country and come to help when tragedy strikes.
Remember those loss to this senseless act of terrorism.
Let me tell y’all about the first time I heard this song. I was in my teens and in a very dark place. Do you understand how you can be around a bunch of people and still feel alone?
This song made me cry every time I heard it because I felt the shit out of this. Thankfully, some saw what was going on with me and talked me into letting go of those feelings and writing things out. I still love this song, and sometimes I cry to it, but it shows me how much I have changed and where I was in life at one point.
Yesterday, while at BJs I ran into my old work first program director. We got to talking and she said she was proud of me and I should come check out their new facilities and share my story. Most don’t know but I was homeless for quite a while and leaned toward welfare for help. Of course the lady assumed I was lying and threaten to put me and my daughter in a shelter. I ended up at Homefront FPC at The School for the deaf, which is where I attended this work first program. I learned how to use Microsoft office, got a place to live (ny 1st apt on stuyvesant ave) and then found a job at the Old Navy in Hamilton Market place it was just opening up. Left due to no steady hours, went back to welfare and joined another WF program and got in the state of nj as CWEP (Unpaid intern) for a 1 1/2 and got hired permanent in 2009. Been on my own since my first apt and left welfare behind. I said all that to say this, everyone needs help and you shouldn’t be ashamed, understand where you been and where you are now. Be proud of yourself and thank God! I been working every since. Maintaining my household and raising my kids as best I can, so before you judge me understand that that’s just a piece of my story and it doesn’t define me.
Today when I went downstairs at work to get breakfast from our cafeteria I heard one of my mom’s favorite song, by her favorite singer:
It brought me back to fun memories in my childhood. My mom was always playing good music and singing along to it. She had a great voice, and I’m not saying that just because she is my mom. She really did.
I miss her so much, she is missing so much. Her 5th grandchild who happens to be her namesake, being born. She was there for all her grands being born, she would be baby stalking like always.
I know she can see what is going on, and watching over us.
On Facebook this popped up and I didn’t know if I wanted to share it because it just made miss her even more:
Just felt like sharing this, I don’t know how to end this post.