You can tear a building down, but you can't erase a memory-Living Color
Its been eight years since the 9/11 attacks, and it seems like its a fading memory for a lot of folks. I think its different if you knew people who died solely by going to work...but I digress. I live in a different part of the country now, a sort of diaspora fueled by 9/11. If not now, when? Things could end for us tomorrow. I know one friend whose fiancee was killed at Cantor Fitzgerald who gave up the glamourous life of investment banking to go back to college and is now working his way up the food chain in Hollywood as some sort of production aide. Another missed being killed by the virtue of missing his train and decided to join the priesthood. There are 2700 + stories like that-and then the stories of their friends, family co workers, neighbors, etc.
One of the most haunting memories of that day didn't occur when the planes hit or the towers fell, it actually came several days later. I was driving past the Princeton Junction train station at night, and saw a haunting reminder of the destruction done that day. There were a dozen or so cars, standing testament to the destructive power of terror, tyranny and hatred. Their owners were never to return. I believe that they were eventually towed or collected by loved ones but they stood silent witness to a life cut short, simply by making the choice to go to work.
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
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