Yesterday was September 11. I don’t say much on September 11. My silence is mostly out of respect for those who were directly affected by the events on this day in 2001. I’m also a little afraid of getting it wrong, of offending someone who is still grieving.
But yesterday when Cheryl Richardson’s quote came across my Facebook feed I immediately understood that September 12 is a day I wanted to talk about.
Today as we remember what happened on September 11, let us also remember who we were on September 12.
Every single one of us has our personal 9/11, a day when an event rocks the foundation of who we are. It changes us forever. But it is what we do in the aftermath – the days or years following that event – that define us.
This country came together in a way that we haven’t seen in years. We helped where we could. We held each other. We cried. We united.
After years of our country being defined by the pursuit of quick wealth in the internet bubble we redefined ourselves as a team. A group of people who would stand by each other and most of all, love each other.
Getting knocked down does not define you. What you do the day after you get knocked down does.
September 11 defined others. September 12 defined us.
If you are letting your own personal 9/11 define you please take a moment on this special day to choose a new day of definition. Find your 9/12 and let that be your defining moment.
EVERYONE gets knocked down. Define yourself by the day you got back up.