After reading some of the posts, I recalled how horrifying that day was.
I recall how I found about it and then turning on the TV to see live the 2nd plane hit.
The original amount of anticipated deaths, the false reports of bombs being set off, the cheering Palestinian adults and even children!
When WTC 1 & 2 finally fell, I forgot just how stunned I was. I think this picture brought back some of those feelings for me:
The SHOCK in peoples faces, of NYC citizens who were complete strangers from so many different ethnic groups, financial status, or religous beliefs at one moment all seemed like one betrayed family that pulled together to help each other out in that dire time of need.
On a smaller scale, a simlar feeling of family was recalled to me when the blackouts occured in NYC. I think that if 9-11 never happened, the blackouts may have gave rise to a different reaction in some NY'ers. Not that 9-11 was good in any sense, but it was promising to see that a city with such a diverse and monstrous population could better themselves and 'grow' as a family from such a tragic event.
It's natural and healthy that as we got back on with our lives that this feling of horror subsided. But it is good to recall the lessons that were learned from that trajic event.
It still amazes me reviewing what happened.
What men can rationalize in the name of religion...
Winston.