Remembrance. Resilience.

This won’t be a long post. We all have our own thoughts and memories of that horrible, horrible day seven years ago. I captured mine in an essay shortly after to be sure I’d always remember.

What got me, though, was yesterday. Last night actually. A late-day e-mail from a client that resulted in him scheduling a meeting for today. For 10:00 a.m. Just about the time, seven years ago, when the world changed forever.

My first thought: I didn’t want to be on a conference call at this time. I wanted to be free to think about things.

But, duty called. The call went fine. It was nice to talk with my colleagues. I got my assignment. No one mentioned 9/11.

Even more striking: My clients are in New York City. Their company was in a building in the Trade Center complex seven years ago. Everyone had to evacuate that day, and the company soon relocated to a new office. I think their old building may have even been damaged so much it had to be torn down.

Yet, here we all were, seven years later. Having a meeting. Doing business. Making money. Living the free, capitalist, enterprising dream the terrorists wanted — and still want — so desperately to destroy.

Take that, you bastards.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.
                                                  ~ Laurence Binyon (quoted by Rudy Giuliani
                                      in his 9/11 tribute speech today)

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2 Comments

  1. mel said,

    Thursday, September 11, 2008 at 2:48 pm

    kudos to you, WBE–that is a unique and utterly fitting tribute to all those folks. even though our thoughts were distracted by today’s also being the first day of preschool in our house, we hung our flag this morning and remembered why.

    • Maria said,

      Sunday, May 5, 2013 at 1:58 pm

      I had a burning bush next to my seenrced in porch when I moved here. Over time I developed a cough that wouldn’t let up. Turns out I’m horribly allergic so I had to cut it down. It was so beautiful I hated to cut it down. Very nice shots with the red berries and white snow.


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