A cab driver asked me yesterday if I had been in the city on September 11, 2001.
Yes, I said. I was there.
There? he asked, confused.
Because “here” would be New York City.
And “there”? There is just inconceivable.
To have watched, live and in color as the world around you cracked and tumbled to the ground. To have run, as if your life depended on it. Because it did.
Is just inconceivable.
To say I am on edge today is an understatement. I know we are not supposed to live in fear, but as the threat levels heighten and police checkpoints grow increasingly stringent and I see more and more cars on the FDR drive pushing their way out of the city as quickly as possible. I can’t help but tremble a little bit, the smell of ash from that day lingering in my nostrils, ten years later.
We will never forget.
To read my tribute from last year, and about my experience being there on that day, please see this post.
And everyone, be safe today. Promise me.