Have we forgotten already?

I probably can’t remember where I was last Tuesday at 8:45 am, but I remember exactly where I was on September 11, 2001 when I heard the news.  I remember how I felt.  I remember the images.  I remember who I talked with and how my community processed it. Time stopped that moment and then everything was slow motion for weeks on end. 

This one small thing

 If I can do this one thing.   

 This one small thing. 

 Could it save this sweet face?  Give him/her chances s/he didn’t have before? 

Wanna take a walk with me?

It’s a question that was posed to me a few months ago and as a result, I’ve been walking every other week with a friend.  It is a time of encouragement, fresh air (although the weather seems to turn poor only on those walking days!), exercise, and sometimes general brain dumping about our lives.