Not just another commute

A normal day…

My days are pretty routine. Up around 6, shower, product test Harry ‘s razors, tie or no tie, try to get belt and open drawers without waking Sarah. Breakfast, glass of OJ, kiss girls and then I’m out the door.

On the road by 7 to beat the 44 eastbound construction gridlock. If the cardinals scored a serious-six then I might go crazy folks, go crazy ~ with a fifty-cent pumpkin spice coffee at On-The-Run.

I’m a podcast guy so I double check my list is downloaded on wi-fi to conserve that data plan.

I navigate the [redacted for language] drivers who wait to merge like they are driving in the “Midnight Tax-Day” lane. Also avoid the, “my Audi is so fast” drive 100 weaving through traffic [redacted for language] folks as well.

Standard Monday-Friday commute in the STL. Park about 7:40-ish …At my desk 7:50-ish….Get to work. Standard Monday-Friday work day in #thisdadslife.

September 11, 2019

All of the above is the same. Except today. Today I reflect: What if this was my last commute? What if through absolutely no fault of my own, by absolutely no lack of planning, foresight, imagination or comprehension I am removed from the world?

September 11, 2001

All of those final morning commutes. All of the final banal office to-dos. Lunch in the fridge, brew coffee for the team, check the power point one last time before the meeting.

Flip the elevator ride coin-flip between heads awkward silence, or tails elevator TMI. Just a normal day.

A thousand person plus, ninety-story plus, symphony of big-city small-talk Tuesday-morning normalcy.

It. Was. A. Day. Like. Any. Other. Day.

This is the feeling that resonates with me on this day every year. The normalcy of it all. The top-of-Everest to bottom of Marianas trench chasm that morning we all had between what we thought we knew about our world and what those in are world are capable of.

It was a day like any other.

Then it was a day like no other.

I get to drive home

There is a longer post from me some day on these events. Not today.

I just want to take time to throw some positive karma in the universe. To pause. To let those who made their last commute that awful day eighteen years ago that they are missed. I did not know any of them, but I can feel in my bones the world was worse off when they were stolen from it. Not just the towers but all those impacted by that day.

They did not get to drive home that day.

I got to drive home today. You got to drive home today.

Let us never take that for granted.

May they all rest in peace.

Photo by Jesse Mills on Unsplash

One thought

  1. All day long I kept saying to myself I need to reflect, I need to connect with those that I know experienced what we collectively experienced back in 2001. But then the phone range, or it was time for the meeting, time to give a lecture. Thanks Sean for providing the moment my gut was seeking.

Leave a Reply