If there’s on thing my sinuses hate more than harvest season, it’s flying

I’m once again eternally grateful for in-flight internet. This time, however, I am not surrounded with 2 middle aged women hell bent on getting me drunk……I am, however, in the company of my very angry sinuses that are just absolutely not having this whole cabin pressure business.

Sonofabitch, this hurts.

It does feel eerie to be flying today. 12 years ago today, I entered my 7th grade PE class, changed, and sat in my squad. Our teacher, Ms. K, announced to us that a plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center. Truthfully, I had no idea what that was or what it meant. She led our entire class onto the conditioning deck and turned on the TV, and it was there we soon learned the gravity of the situation.

Three minutes later, the second plane hit the South Tower.

I vividly remember my friend Sydney getting in trouble for saying “Cool!” and my awkward 13 year old brain wondering what exactly this meant for the rest of our lives. One of my classmates spent the remainder of the day ranting about how someone was going to crash into West Noble Middle School, because apparently we mattered that day. I was glued to any television set I came in contact with for the rest of the day.

Every generation has at least “Do you remember where you were when…” moment. My grandparents had Pearl Harbor and the assassinations of JFK and MLK, my parents had the Challenger explosion and the OJ Simpson fiasco. We have 9/11. I got chills as I sat in the Detroit airport and moments of silence were announced at the times the planes hit. I will honestly never forget exactly where I was and how I felt that day.

I’m on my way to Hilton Head, SC for a week of wedding festivities, beach lounging, and golf…..I hope. Even with the excitement I have for the week ahead, it’s still important to remember the sacrifices made by all the civilians, paramedics, firefighters, and police officers who made the ultimate sacrifice on that crisp September morning 12 years ago. Also, remember to thank the service men & women who have previously fought and continue to fight for the freedoms we tend to take for granted all too often.

Never forget, always be thankful, and God Bless America.

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