I’m following the same ritual this morning that I have had all of these years on the anniversary of the September 11th attacks: I rise up early, whilst it is still dark, so I can sit in solitude and ponder everything that happened on that day. It is the best way for me to assimilate everything and remember. September 11th, 2001 changed our world forever here in the United States. With time, it has started hurting less. But we can never forget.
I am also thinking of Jerry Lawler, professional wrestling’s “King of Memphis,” who suffered a heart attack last night on-air during an episode of RAW on the USA Network. This came completely out of nowhere, of course, and in a world where the fans are accustomed to being hoodwinked there was early debate whether it was staged or not. Unfortunately it was real. But Lawler could not have been in better hands, with a fully trained medical staff waiting in the wings, who rushed to his aid in mere moments. Lawler is one of the true greats of wrestling — one of my absolute favorites — and I sincerely hope he pulls through this without any problems. A lot of people are praying for you, King.
As I sip my black coffee and watch the morning unfold before my eyes, I wish I had something silly or lighthearted to say at this moment (it is my way). Sometimes, though, you just have to let things be what they are. So, today I’ll just be thinking about the fragility of life, as well as the goodness within, ever thankful for the blessings we have in this world.