Like many people, I devoted part of yesterday (9/11) to contemplation and reflection on the tragic and world-changing events of ten years ago. I watched a bit of the televised ceremonies on TV and then headed out on my bike for a quiet ride on a wooded path in my neighborhood.
Apparently I was the only one who had that idea, and I had the path to myself mostly. As I rode along, my thoughts kept going to an article from Saturday’s local paper that told the story of Dan Gritti, a man who was living the high life as a well-paid lawyer, with the lifestyle that afforded, on September 11, 2001. And then he witnessed the Towers fall and life as he knew it then was changed forever. In the aftermath, he reevaluated and these days, he’s a football coach for a small Memphis college. He laughingly refers to his former lifestyle as his “glory days”, laughing because he knows they weren’t all that glorious.
The glory days are not the days when you can buy whatever you want.
The glory days are the days when you can be the person you intended to be.
That refrain is what bounced through my mind as I bounced down the bike path yesterday, specifically Am I the person I intended to be?
The best answer I could come up was, Mostly. It’s still a work in progress and probably always will be, but I’m closer than I’ve ever been.
I ran out of time before I ran out of thoughts on the issue, so I’ll continue to ponder it this week. But this, I do know: these are my glory days and I intend to live them fully. Because life can turn upside down in an instant. If we didn’t already know it, the events of ten years ago were certain proof.
Okay, so after a stop for an early lunch:
I had a tuna melt and pretzels, if you were wondering, while I sat quietly and adored my bike while I thought about how extremely grateful I am to be here and to have the luxury of time spent riding.
In addition to flags for each fallen fireman, this station had a poster with their names and photos. Very moving. At precisely 12:00 p.m., they rolled their fire engines out and sounded their sirens and flashed their lights in salute. I’ll admit, I had a tear or two.
The ride home was somber for a bit, but oddly fulfilling. I remembered my early morning reflections and realized that I might not fully know the person I intend to be, but I’m pretty sure gloomy and despondent are not in the picture.
And so I stopped for a free small fro-yo and a short walk to rest my tender glutes. By the time I arrived home, I was smiling and brimming with renewed resolve to live each day fully,wholeheartedly, and committed to making these my glory days.
Wishing you all glorious days ahead!