One date many meanings
September 11th is a day I don’t think any of us will forget. I think we all have our 9/11 memories. For me, I was in a plane flying from Portland to my new home in Houston. I remember an emergency landing and listening to panicked voicemails from my family wanting to know where I was. I remember being stuck in a hotel in a strange city until the airlines were back up and running and able to get me home. I remember crying myself to sleep because I was alone among strangers and all that was on TV was the most horrific moments I could ever imagine. September 11, 2001 was a day that words couldn’t describe.
Four years later, on September 11th, I was preparing myself to start working at a new job with a new company. I was going to work for a company that I had grown up with, that I watched change the skyline of my hometown. I was anxious, I was excited, I was hopeful. September 11, 2005 was the day before I started working at GlaxoSmithKline.
Six years later, I moved to a new team and we were pulling together a Day of Remembrance event at GSK to commemorate the 10th anniversary of 9/11. We had been working together for a little more than a year and this new team had it’s fair share of growing pains. We spent the day, along with everyone else at Franklin Plaza, making food packets for Stop Hunger Now. Senior leadership was right along side everyone else on the assembly line. We were competitive, we were energized, we were inspired. September 11, 2011 was the day after we became a TEAM.
One year later, I am on a PULSE assignment working for Direct Relief International almost 3,000 miles away from home. Direct Relief has a program that equips the Medical Reserve Corps (MRC) with much needed supplies so they are prepared to respond to emergencies. Many MRC units do not have the funding to properly equip their volunteers and Direct Relief with generous contributions from FedEx and other donors are working to help fill this void. Now many MRC units are equipped, they are prepared and they willing. Willing to be first responders, like so many of the police and firefighters that lost their lives that day. Before my dad passed away he was a firefighter and a first responder in Philadelphia so this program has a special place in my heart. September 11, 2012 was a day of appreciation.