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Blinking lessons

One of my favorite villains from Dr. Who are called the Weeping Angels. They are an alien force that takes the form of statues. When you are looking at them they can't move, but once you look away they can move with great speed and strength. If they do touch you they shift you to a different time and space. All that was once normal is all gone. You start over where you are placed in a new space and time. The best defense against the attack of a weeping angel is this, "Don't blink".

How can it be that this imaginary character from a science fiction program could have anything to do with real life, well it does, but it's more about the way time passes like a blink of an eye.

On the morning of September 11, 2001 we all recall where we were due to the tragedy of this day historically, This day for that reason is one, due to the great loss of loved ones and life, that many wish they could blink over and make disappear. But blinking in reality does not work that way. When I think of this day fourteen years ago I recall my son starting his first day of preschool, my daughter in primary school and going for a run after getting them off to class for the day. My husband was off to the office early, but I was going to take advantage of the crisp fall morning. The sun was shining and the breeze was brisk - and then in a blink the whole day shifted into chaos and despair for so many people.

Blink again and fourteen years later my youngest has just started college, my oldest has a two year old of her own and my husband and I are grandparents.

In a blink everything can change.
This is something that especially on September 11th we all can agree on.
Don't blink.
Live today.
It's only here for a moment.
Don't blink.
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