Wow. 15 years? 10 years?

What a sad year. 15 years since 9/11 and 10 years since Nickel Mines. All these people taken from others' lives needlessly. It's so sad & jacked up. 

I had a flight from Raleigh-Durham to Atlanta when they first opened the airports. Today makes me think about how different the airport felt a few days after, like a ghost town but busy at the same time. I remember sitting at the terminal waiting & hardly any of the TVs were on. Probably cause everything was related to airplane hijackings.

It was quiet with no TVs on, but current events were all these strangers were talking to each other about. I knew my flight would be safe with all the security. Besides, the people were mega pumped up at the time & I knew if anyone even ACTED wrong, they'd have a plane full of adrenalized passengers kicking their punk asses. I had so many people trying to talk me out of flying. I was a bit nervous, but I knew it was ok. And, of course, it went fine. 

But with as much as I fly, I still feel vulnerable in that tight metal tube. I can't begin to imagine their horror on 9/11. Even planes not hijacked. Did people know about other planes? Were they wondering if there was an ****ole on their own plane? 

So now I'm getting ready for a flight in 3 days. I know it's safe from terrorist jackasses. But what about even mechanical problems? I know even those odds are slim. I know two flights separate me from seeing my kids again every time I go away. But my heart is with them. I can't imagine living without them. All those people who died on 9/11 who had children, felt the same way, I'm sure. I can't imagine that kind of pain. Not just knowing you were likely going to die, but the loved ones images that popped in their minds. 

Anyways, that's what's in my head today. Just had to "get it out". 

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