Through out my blog (if you’ve been following for a number of years) you will have noticed I gradually became more guarded about my life. At first I was completely transparent, ironically that was my goal. I had been somewhat sheltered when I was young, that abruptly stopped around the age of fifteen, and I began to shelter myself. Not an easy task for a young person. I continued this process of sheltering until I realized the harm in it.
One can not fully understand the world in which they live in if they continually block parts of it out. Understanding is vital, for if you understand what is threatening your way of life, you are more likely to act on it. I wonder how the Jewish people of Nazi Germany might have acted had they realized the person in power had a demonic hatred for them. Surely the would’ve out numbered their opposition.
On the anniversary of 9/11 each year I would watch the History channel, or what ever channel was having a special in remembrance of the that great tragedy in American history. Each year I would think back to that dreadful day. I would cry for three days straight thinking of the people I watched jump from the towers; thinking of the families who lost their mother, father, son, or daughter.
In my profession I meet a lot of people.
I met one New Yorker who was in a Taxi, on her way to a hospital, she was in labor, giving birth on that dreadful day. She lost the baby in that taxi cab. It saddens me even though I’m not close to her.
Another client had a brother who worked in the twin towers. I’m very careful to never mention anything about 9/11 around her. It’s such a small world.
I went to school with a girl who claimed her older sister was on American Airlines flight 77 when it crashed into the Pentagon.
I’ve never substantiated these claims. It doesn’t matter. Thousands of people lost their lives that day. About 3,000. When I visited ground zero it was in solemn silence. The monuments memorialized the name of every victim of that terrorist attack.
The feelings you get when you walk those grounds are very real, as if it was yesterday. You know that grave yard feeling, multiply that by 1.000,000,000,000.
You feel the fire fighters who lost their lives. You feel the victims, you feel the pain of their families, their children, their parents. It’s so hard. I mindlessly wish I could ignore it, continue sheltering myself, but I know I can’t. There is danger in doing that.
I believe I am meant to keep watch. I am a watcher. I watch, and I inform, and I pray to God that by doing my part others will do theirs.
I know this is my task.
This is my life’s work. I am cut out for it.
I comb through information. I find the meaningful parts, and then I pass it on. I alert people. I report. I bring truth to the blind. I make them see what is happening. Then I leave it to the doers. The activist. The citizens. The common folk. The working class.
That’s my part. I genuinely pray you do yours.