If your workplace was like mine, everything stopped and we all gathered around a TV in a common area of our building. My husband and I worked at the same place, so we soon found each other and watched the day unfold together, surrounded by several coworkers who were – and still are – close friends.
The conversation echoed with many “We were just there,” statements, said with disbelief and shock. This is why I was grateful. It was awful to see and impossible to understand, but we were together. My husband and friends who had been in NYC just a few days before were safely in Fargo. We were spared frantic calls trying to place whereabouts. Or worse. Spared the worry that could have been added to the day.
Knowing that it could have easily gone the other way created sincere, deep empathy for our kindred Americans going through the experience. So many of us have been to NYC and so many of us love it there that it felt close to home, even when it wasn’t.
Eleven years later I am still grateful. I’m grateful to the men and women who have risked their lives both in the Middle East and here on our American soil in attempts to make our lives safer. I’m grateful that the people of New York and the country chose to make a beautiful monument to honor those whose lives were sadly taken that day. And I am, of course, profoundly grateful to have my husband with me in Fargo where he belongs.
You can be sure that the American spirit will prevail over this tragedy. ~Colin Powell
And it has. For that, we can all be grateful.