This week went by super fast. Which is really a good thing, since I am sitting at home. I am attending a conference right now, which is holding about 50% of my interest, if that. I am picking up little nuggets of information here and there. Nothing mind blowing. Right now it is just something to do, I suppose.
I remember where I was. I have been on my job for 19 years now, and I had only been on this job for about three weeks when the Towers fell. I was at a conference. I cannot remember the name of the conference. It was in Denver, Colorado, and it was work-related.
I remember for a few days prior, this overwhelming sense of foreboding. (I have been trying to think of a word to describe what I was feeling... "foreboding" is the word for it). Something was wrong. And I automatically thought that I shouldn't fly to Denver, but that wasn't it. I flew there, made it there safely, and attended my first day of meetings. And a day later, on a Tuesday morning, when those jets hit those towers, I heard loud and clear on the inside... that was what's wrong.
I have not felt that way about anything sense then. It may be that my mind and heart are so cluttered, that I don't get quiet enough to hear much of anything. I don't know. I just know, if I don't have to feel that way ever again, fine by me. FINE.
What I do understand now is one thing, and it has been the subject of many a food-for-thought on this blog over the past 15 years:
Not only is the tragedy immediately devastating, but the long term residual effects of it are devastating, even much so.
Residual effects.
The residue of what is left behind after the clean up is over.
The mental residual effects. The mental residue.
That is what we are living in now... the residual effects of 9-11.
And we will soon be hopefully living with the residual effects, the residue, of the coronavirus...
And we will survive it all.
Believe that.
Amen.
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