Leading up to the 10th anniversary of 9/11, I, like most people, are reflecting on what that tragic day was to us personally. Do the events of that day conjure up thoughts of American Pride, anger, sorrow, of course. But for me, personally, I have mixed emotions from that month. NO, I don’t plan on writing about my frustration with airport security, or the issues around ground zero. The other half of my emotional spectrum is joy.
On September 11, 2001, my wife, Jennifer was 9 months pregnant with our child (I didn’t know if it was a he or she at that time). He was born on 9/26/01 and we named him, Truce Gehrig Souza. A lot of people at the time thought that we named him that because of what was going on at the time. That was not the case. Truce Myers was Jennifer’s great Uncle and he’s named after him (Gehrig is after my favorite baseball player of all time, Lou Gehrig).
Following that days after 9/11, Jennifer and I poised the big question; What kind of world are we bringing a child into that things like this happen? My son was born into the war on terrorism and two weeks from now he’s going to celebrate his 10th birthday. He’s never NOT lived under the flag of war.
But 10 years ago, there was no such thing as a “War on Terror”. There was only me, my beautiful wife and our soon to be born son. There was no such thing as autism. It existed, don’t get me wrong, but to us it was Dustin Hoffman in Rainman. It would be 3 more years until we became connected to autism. There was Jebadiah the wonder dog, and Junebug but no Eve or Bella. There was 2003 Westview, but no 1516 Bowman. There was a Nana, not the memory of her. There was an A.G. Edwards & Sons, there was not a Souza Financial Group.
My 30’s have given me the best damn 10 years of my life. I’m happy and grateful for so many things that I can’t begin to name them. America, I love ya, however I’m going to spend the day relishing in the joys you offer us, not in the tragedies of the past. I have a pork butt on the grill and there is a full day of NFL games on. If that doesn’t say “America”, I don’t know what does. God bless the families of those lost on 9/11 and everyday in the war since. God bless everywhere.
Happy Birthday to the greatest thing to happen in September 2001, Truce Gehrig Souza.