It was difficult to believe that what I was seeing was real. I'd been inside these buildings. I'd ridden the elevators to the roof and looked out over the New York skyline. Just a year or two before the towers fell, I remember taking a picture of them from my hotel room at the UN Plaza. It was just after sunset and the buildings were lit up and full of activity. In an instant, all that was gone.
One week after September 11, I flew to Germany on a business trip. There were lots of people with guns in all the airports and most of the passengers on the Lufthansa flight with me seemed nervous. I could tell that something had fundamentally changed, but I didn't realize just how much had changed until a long time later. Before the towers fell, I used to travel frequently on business. Now, I sit in a small room and conduct virtually all my activities over the Internet. I used to think that my career was important, but I got involved with Dalmatian Rescue shortly after September 11 and now my live is centered around dogs.
I don't really trust people anymore. I certainly don't trust politicians. I don't trust "humanists" either. Politicians are full of promises, but I don't think they really have the capacity to bring us world peace, or fix the economy. Politicians and humanists who think mankind can do anything it wants need to do some basic reading about probability theory and stochastic processes. The universe is a lot more complex and random than they'd like to believe. On days like today, I often think those people who put "Shit Happens" bumper stickers on their cars have a better grasp of how the world really works than our leaders do.
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I was in HS History class. Suddenly the radio started to play over the PA system, and we all thought someone in the office had made a mistake, but then heard the reason for the broadcast. I was fairly newly married when we huddled to watch the moon walk. I was at my computer 9 years ago, when a friend called to tell me to turn on my TV. I have a son in Manhattan. I called him, and he was ok, at work, but no TV and not allowed to leave the building. I emailed him news all morning.
ReplyDeletethere are times when I wonder if God will ever decide to play handball and use the earth as the ball sending it into the sun,saying you're done,and start anew somewhere else.
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