
This morning on the train, I came to the realization that when I stepped off the train in New York, it would be the first time on this day, September 11, that I had been in New York since September 11, 2001. I think in the first couple of years, I purposely tried to get as far as I could (year 1 - Japan). Then I think I settled into a mode that either subconsciously or unconsciously schedule something more important to do that go to the office in New York.
Seven years and it seems like yesterday. As the train rolled up to Secaucus, I pictured the smoke from the same view coming from the site on my way home. I wonder if the biggest issue for me about 9/11 is that it was probably the first time in my life that I had seen unadulterated evil out the window of my office(IE not on television). Imagine watching the approaching second plane (which I couldn't see) advance through the back side of the building (which I could see) and realizing that there could be no more manifestation of evil then what I was seeing live in front of my eyes. Building to building. And then, I remember the radio accounts of the buildings coming down. And after that, we were all in the street.
And then the fallout.
- The thought that these people were MURDERED just because they went to work
- The people milling about on seventh avenue trying to get in touch with loved ones
- The ghost people coming up the avenues covered with WTD dust with 'that look' in their eye
- The man on the NJ Coastline train who described to me what he saw from his window right next to the tragedy while telling me he hoped that I wouldn't appear in his nightmares for the rest of his life
- The people who gathered at my house wondering if I was okay
- The paramedics and police on every platform of every stop south of Middletown
- My drive home knowing that I was okay and others weren't
- Then two days later, the bomb scares in the building
- My one and only visit near ground zero
- The rescue workers trying to save these people while jeopardizing their own health
- The cheering of the spectators to each WTC volunteer as they took a break
- The cameras interviewing distraught relatives searching for their loved ones
- The heartbreaking photos pasted to every surface
- The tagging of the cars in the train parking lot
- And the tags still there over the next few days
- The nice lady from the train in Middletown who never appeared again until I saw her picture in the paper
- The prayers at St Francis of Assisi while the clergy there consoled us while at the same time they mourned Father Mychal Judge
- The way the community pulled together as only this one can
- The funerals
I pray that every family touched by this tragedy find the peace in their heart that their loved ones are with God. And frankly, I still hope to this day that those who did this, those who support them and those who sympathize with them have a special place in hell.
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