I just remembered what today is. One of the three or four days that come in our lifetimes where we will always remember where we were when he heard the news. And now, here we are this year in the midst of another U.S. disaster of major proportions.

It gives me such mixed feelings about so many things. Of course, the normal reactions of sorrow and disbelief for the losses of lifes and lifestyles, along with the political mplications that my conscience won't let me ignore. The what if's and the why not's...too many to explore with no clear answers anticipated. But also, the guilt I have been feeling...guilt for having so much when others have so little, for knowing where my loved ones are tonight and that they are all safe. Guilt for being able to feel happiness unconnected to this disaster. So I assage my guilt with making the necessary contributions and using my voice about my political concerns, but still I can't fight off this nagging feeling of gratitude and joy. Maybe it is a part of seeing how people always seem to rise to the occasion, whether it be here in the U.S., Africa, Asia or wherever the need exists. Maybe it is the assurance that comes with a belief in God and acceptance of his will. Or maybe, just maybe, it is recognition of the thing that burns inside of us so deeply..maybe this is HOPE.

Hope all of you are well tonight. With loved ones sleeping soundly. Hope that we all can keep in mind, even with this latest terrible tragedy, the plight of the children of Uganda and elsewhere and not forget their need as we address this most-recent disaster.

Just some late night ramblings on this anniversary of a day I will never forget.