Reflections on 9/11
To be honest, no. I always thought those firefighters et al were heroic because I couldn't imagine putting myself at such risk like that everyday as my job. I was impressed, however, how normal citizens immediately rallied to do what they could. People housing people they barely knew becausethey couldn't get home since the trains and bridges leaving Manhattan were closed. The rush ofpeople at the hospital who tried to donate blood; so many in fact, that most of us were turned away because the hospital couldn't cope. So I guess, in a way, when I think about it, that's pretty heroic too, even if it's to a lesser degree.
On September 11, I remember being afraid to turn on my kitchen faucet. I actually thought the water might be poisoned. I know that sounds crazy, but that day we all thought that the United States was completely under attack, by unknown forces, who wanted us all dead. Yet in the next few days, I was moved by how much support for the U.S came in from all around the world. Many people didn't wish us dead, but indeed thought the U.S. was a place of hopes and dreams, and good people. ARE we a place of hopes and dreams, and good people?
The pictures of empty shœs and stroller stung my heart.
The missing person postings it really personalized it for me I was overwhelmed with sympathy and compassion.