Every time I see an ’11’ I cannot help but think of the two towers in lower Manhattan. When it has a ‘September’ before it, it brings me back to a time of not only incredible pain but also incredible human spirit. That day, was today.
I was there.
I have often said that I saw things one could not have nightmares about. But I also state for the 36 straight hours I was down there, I witnessed a magnificent human spirit. People did things to help that you could never imagine. People came together from all walks of life for one reason, to help.
No religion. No color. No anything but incredible compassion. Incredible caring. And the unyielding energy to get the job done. It was a sorrowful and hateful day; but it also showed us at our best. I will never get over what I saw, I like the word cope….I learned to cope with what I saw.
Cuts, blood, death, bodies dropping from the sky almost like raindrops……one learns to cope. We push it to a place where we can cope with it……it allows us to move on. So on this day, remember what happened? Sure. We will all know where we were at that time, that exact moment the towers were hit. But also remember through the pain, death, and sorrow……..we moved on.
Moving on is a good thing. We have done that…….but as I look around at the world which surrounds us, it would sure be great to see much more of that human spirit, that human resolve, once again. It served us well fourteen years ago and it would surely serve us well today. Maybe if we all look for it a bit in our hearts, it will take over once again. I surely hope so. If you need a reminder, think of it every time you see an ’11’.
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