Events from 9-11-15 triggered many memories and feelings for me. This past week I worked at writing down snippets, and I arrived at a place of solace. I hope and pray others will be able to find this place as well.
I step inside “Windows on the World” and stand in amazement at the view. From the top of One World Trade Center I gaze down at what looks like a model bridge--the Brooklyn Bridge. Even the world’s long-time premier skyscraper, the Empire State Building, seems rather small.
Knowing it’s my birthday, my Christian Heritage Tour companions give me a choice seat next to the window so I can continue to marvel at the incredible view. The table setting looks elegant, and I’m feeling chic in my emerald green silk two piece outfit. On my way to the scrumptious brunch tables, a party of six stops me and asks where I’m from and why I’m there. I tell them. They wish me a happy birthday--a happy life. I feel I’ve met new friends although I doubt I’ll see them again.
We leave this spectacular restaurant. But before getting on the elevator, I check out the ladies’ room. How absolutely posh. I think back to how I grew up on the farm without a bathroom. Then I never dreamed I would one day visit such a high-class ladies’ room.
Before we leave the WTC, I purchase a post card of the restaurant as a reminder of this unparalleled opportunity.
Now ten years later, I look on as One World Trade Center implodes. I stare in disbelief as the windows that once provided a breathtaking view shatter into glass fragments.
I check the restaurant’s website and discover a black and white notice saying they are praying for the safety of their colleagues and their families. There is a toll free hotline number where people can call with any information.
I’m audibly speechless--yet my mind chatters constantly.
A Captain on the Worthington Volunteer Fire Department, Tim becomes emotional as they continue to talk about the firefighters. I wonder--What would have happened if Tim had been in New York on Tuesday? Would he have volunteered to help search and rescue teams? And if he had, then what?
Later that day he and I try to shop, but we can’t focus on shopping so we decide to go home. We listen to the radio as we drive home. They’re talking about people wanting to be with their loved ones. Tim reaches for my hand and says, “ I’m glad I’m with my loved ones.” Touched by his comment I squeeze his hand and say, “I am too.” Inside I’m thinking he doesn’t know how grateful I am.
Tim flies back on a UPS flight on Thursday. I am very proud of him, and have a new respect for his community service as a firefighter.
I decide to meditate on passages like these, and to memorize positive prayers like the prayer by St. Francis of Assisi. I’m grateful my loved ones and I still have each other. I pray we’ll all learn “what really matters” in life. I promise to seek the Lord’s help more, and I pray our nation’s leaders and people will as well. Therein lies comfort and courage.
Last updated: 09/17/01