We are about one week away from the 6th anniversary of the Terror attacks that collapsed the World Trade Center. This is a picture I took when I visited "Ground Zero" earlier this summer. Just being there is a humbling experience. When you peek through the construction fence and barricades you get a glimpse of the chaos that reigned that day. There is bits of paper and office debris, you can see the charred remains of metal and concrete.
I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing that day. I remember watching live on tv as the second plane struck tower two. I remember feeling confused and petrified. The whole day felt surreal.
I finally got the nerve to watch the movie "World Trade Center". I pretty much cried through the whole thing. Maybe I identified more with what the rescue workers were thinking and feeling because I am married to a firefighter. To this day Brad says that if he was there he would have gone in to help. I know that if something happened here he would be there too.
When I was in New York I had dinner with some of my dad's investors. They told us their account of that unbelievable day. I can safely admit that there was nothing I could say after hearing their story that felt remotely adequate. How do you articulate that much sympathy, that much sorrow and grief? I think all North Americans felt something that day, a deep anger, a profound sadness but also the determination to pull through and stand strong.
I'm not sure what the point of this post is. Just to reflect really. It was a day that changed all of us and I think that we should always remember and honor the people who died that day and be thankful for all of those who gave their life in the service of saving others.
