What does 9/11 mean to me?
... It is the day my precious daughter Gabrielle was born. She has one of the warmest smiles of any one I know. She has an intense curiosity about life, a passion that is unequaled by the things that catch her interest. The ability to excel at whatever she chooses to do. She is a bright spot in everyones day and a pleasure to have around. Most importantly she has a heart that seeks after JESUS! That is what 9/11 means to me ... and nothing will ever change that!
Have you ever seen that kid that is just exceptional! That kid that you think, "Wow, I enjoyed talking to that person." They exude confidence and leave you feeling better for having interacted with them.
I certainly wish that I could take the credit for how she turned out. But, I can't. I can't because I know as parents we do our best and then our children grow up they make their own choices, and those choices have consequences. Sometimes they turn out as citizens that effect the world in a positive way and sometimes we wonder, "what happened?" Other times the gem underneath shows up later. ...
For me today is a celebration of a person that is enjoying life!
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