Don’t Wait to do Your Dreams

I have wanted to come here for a long time. Finally today I did.

The Oklahoma City National Memorial and Museum is the one memorial that I could feel even through the television.


Chairs in golden hues stand together but apart, all facing the same direction and overlooking a reflecting pool in collective silence.

Little chairs rise small amidst the larger chairs, in memory of the children who were killed here.


It was a day of powerful reminders that life is short and must be lived right now.
It was a day of taking stock on quiet sacred grounds.
I started in Joplin, Missouri: 161 dead.
Then to the Oklahoma City Memorial: 168 dead.
Then to Moore, Oklahoma: 23 dead.
Those are lives, not numbers.
I am certain there were dreams that died in Joplin, OKC and Moore. Dreams that may have come true a day, a week or a month down the road.
I think the best way to honor those who have died at the hands of nature’s fury or man’s madness is to live our lives today. To make steps toward living our dreams.
And because of what I witnessed today, I intend to show up in the world in a more intentional way and to appreciate the gifts of life and freedom with renewed vigor and grace.

About Stephanie Himango

Welcome to Another Door Opens. I'm a freelance writer and television producer who loves stories, photography, people, fitness and design. In Another Door Opens, find short stories about your fellow man that will inspire and inform. Please add your email to Follow and receive a notice with each new post. Welcome. -Stephanie
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