Until 11 years ago, having a birthday on September 11 was just like any other day. Now, when asked to verify my birth date, I invariably get an “Awwww! poor you!” Others who share this birthday report the same reaction. A Facebook friend and high school classmate asked me what it’s like to have a birthday on this date. The truth is, I haven’t given it much thought. I’m so grateful to be celebrating a birthday at all after my experience of cancer four years ago.
The memorials today from New York City and Washington, DC made me even more grateful for the gift of life and health. I was driving through the beautiful southern New Mexico countryside by our house, listening to excerpts of the services, and I was even more conscious of the treasure of this day. It’s why I started this blog a year after finishing chemotherapy. I wanted to remind myself- and share with others- the importance of making each day count. Of never missing an opportunity to help someone in need, to tell someone how much they are loved- and that I love them, to notice the little and big graces of life, and especially to say thank-you. How many people wish they had not missed those opportunities on September 11, 2001?
For what purpose has God given me life and health this day? A birthday is an especially good time to reflect on that question, but it’s worth considering everyday. Thanks to each of you who helped me to celebrate my life today. I love you and thank God for you . I hope that you will make each day count!