925 Part 1

A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever. Nineteen years ago, the world underwent a massacre that changed the fate of millions. Ironically after the tragedy of 911, I saw a different America that has not been talked about very much. I saw a colorless nation that came together, supported one another, and embraced each other regardless of race, color, or creed. The opposite of what’s going on today. SMH. They say tragedy brings people together, and I believe people the citizens all over this country showed the true definition of Patriotism. On that note, and all the euphoria and sense of pride I had for my country, little did I know, some things were back to normal and my best friend and I both reaped ramifications of it. On the evening of September 25, 2001, as we were attempting to enter his home, a gunman orchestrated an attempt to rob my best friend and me. A lot of questions arose afterward. Why me? Why did we leave the house that night? Maybe we should have fought back? So forth and so on….

Thank you!

Thank you for all you do. There is so much to thank you for and I would be remiss if I omitted one. Nevertheless, as I sit here thinking of the words to say, as a Dad myself, I am thankful you were just around. I remember, at times, getting discouraged that you could not stay up an hour longer to watch the game. As I try to juggle the responsibilities of being a dad, husband, and the breadwinner of the family, I find myself at home always being in work mode and before I can mentally transition, it is time for bed. Then I think of you, the tireless worker that you are, awake or not, I am just thankful that you were around. Happy Father’s Day!