I was listening to Alan Jackson’s song on the radio this afternoon and began to ponder just where was I on September 11th. Not where I was physically, but where I was idealistically and politically. One line in the chorus of Jackson’s song pretty well described me at the time
I watch CNN but I’m not sure I can tell you the difference between Iraq and Iran.
News from around the world was way off my radar. As the busy single mother of two active teenage sons, my plate was full. If it didn’t affect me in my daily life, I pretty much ignored it. My politically minded sons would rant and rave about this and that going on “over there” and I just didn’t get it. Honestly, sadly, didn’t really care.
Then came that September morning.
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