“Why are the streets empty this time of morning? Score! a parking spot right in front of my building, downtown at this time of morning? I’ts going to be a great day”
Taking the few steps down I opened the creaky wooden door to no one. A low voice stage right, back toward the storage room we affectionately called ‘Miss Piggy’s, a radio voice whispered.
Stage left, like an old movie, a really bad old movie, two women huddled around a small radio. Flickering with the flourescent lights overhead, my storytelling mind had the thought “a scene from a
WW2 movie, make that Orson Welles “War of the Worlds” . But. They. Were. Crying.
“What in the World?…”
Back in my interim tiny upstairs apartment, alone I, like so many of you, watched. Over. and Over.
The silence over my own usually bustling city, surreal.
Questioned. Cried. Prayed.
Should I race to get my sons from school? Were they safer there?
What about my friends and family on the East Coast? What about their friends and families?
Was this really The End?
I learned again that day to say what you need to say . Because it will be too late.
I learned again that day life is a short and precious commodity. Invest each moment Wisely.
I learned again ‘that day the beauty & strength of Compassionate Community. Not only of the dedicated and courageous First Responders, but the everyday folks who opened their homes and lives to the thousands in distress.
I learned again that day there are some things to never forgive and forget. (forgive yes, other wise I’m chained forever to you or your actions. forget? no. never. otherwise I’m doomed to folly in the false hopes you’ll change. no. never. Forget.)
The World changed that day. Heaven cried, again. Jesus wept at the brutality of Man, again. And the United States was attacked on our own shores.
There are some who claim to be “allies or friends” who are better left at arms, length. How quickly some forget. Just saying.
What is your memory? Where were you? What were you doing?
How did you feel? I know you remember. Every thought and emotion.
What about today? We’d love to hear.
Be blessed today Readers and Friends.
Shandra White Harris
Linking up this week with Hostess Hazel at September 8, 2014 True Stories Party .