On Sept. 10, 2001, Marilyn Anderson Rhames flew home to New York City, pas the Twin Towers. The next day, as she interviewed the grief-stricken for her newspaper, she decided to become a teacher, she writes in Ed Week.
. . . the shock and devastation of the terrorist attacks exposed the shallowness of everybody’s excuses for not pursuing their passions. . . . When I die, I remember thinking, I want to be around the people I love, doing the work that I love.
She returned to Chicago, earned a master’s degree in education and began her second career as a science teacher.
As we near the 10-year commemoration of the terrorist attacks, I am reminded of all those loved ones who died too soon, many still waiting to achieve their dreams. . . . I teach because I love children. I teach because I want to serve my country. I teach because I want my fragile, little life to somehow continue to have meaning when I am dead.
In shaping the minds of the next generation, “I honor the victims of the terror attacks each day I enter the classroom.”