My Tardy Dad

9/11/19.... Palindromic yet solemn.  I spent most of the 254th day of 2019 reflecting on 9/11/01.  And you can see my Dad's essay on my News Feed here.  But what it illuminates for me is how lucky we all are that my dad was late that day and he and his friend decided to breakfast in a hotel instead of at Windows on the World.  So, I guess, my gratitude tonight is for my tardy Dad.  Whenever things get overwhelming and I am running late, I often think of this day and consider that maybe, JUST maybe it's better off to be late.  I hope that if you are running late, and feeling overwhelmed, try to consider it that way.

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