We were driving across Pennsylvania on our way to Maryland when we saw a sign for the Flight 93 Memorial.
In pouring rain and racing against time due to closing, we flew across the winding Pennsylvania country side. Up one hill, around a curve in a seeming unending maze of roads.
We missed it by 10 mins.
But as we sat outside the memorial looking into the open, peaceful landscape with the rain now just pattering down and the evening light dimming the scene, I shared the story of the brave men and women of Flight 93 with my daughter.
We looked at the National Park flyer--which I always love btw--and talked of love, loss and sacrifice.
It was well worth the trip.
Sometimes the best moments will sneak up on you. Don't be so heads down charging forward in life that you can't stop and teach of values that will hold your children up in times of trial.
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