Why I Fist Bump 9/11 - Mark Bingham
So back to the exploding fist bump – because it’s really not a fist bump without the explosion at the end! After 9/11 I made two commitments to myself to honor Mark’s memory; to let go of pettiness and to enjoy the hell out of life and make an impact. That first one, well let’s say I struggle with that one… I mean I try, but as anyone who has argued a point with me on Cal Blogs will attest, I fail at it. Too often. Like I said, I’m trying! Life is just too short to let pettiness dictate who we are or how we live.
But the exploding fist bump, often accompanied by a smile and a YOLO! That’s my sort of daily, physical reminder that life is supposed to be fun. It’s meant to be lived and enjoyed and laughed at and sung along to and danced with and devoured and experienced… Because I am telling you right now, not one of those victims on the planes or on the ground or in the Pentagon or the World Trade Center planned on dying that day. But they did. And no one plans on getting killed in a car accident, or finding out they have terminal cancer, or losing a loved one to some tragic accident today. But that will happen. To thousands of people.
So what do we do? We live, that’s what. If you’ve made it this far....