This weekend, I met some friends in New York and a few of us went down to Ground Zero. Some of my other friends would not go — they feared it would upset them too much. Me? I wanted to be upset. They say there are various stages of grief, including anger. I’m stuck on anger, and I want to stay that way.
Never forger!
I mentioned earlier that I got together with some friends in New York over the weekend. At one point we started telling some stories about 9/11 and one of the friends (another non-New Yorker) retold hers (one of my favorites): She was at work when it happened, and after a few hours, like most companies, her employer shut down and sent everyone home. One of her colleagues was frantically trying to get word about her uncle — he was employed by a company in one of the towers. My friend stayed behind and tried to help her colleague get through to someone, anyone...but obviously, it was impossible. This colleague told my friend and others trying to help to go on home and reluctantly, my friend left her worried friend behind.
On a train home, my friend was squashed up against some woman yapping on her cell phone to someone...no one on the train could avoid hearing this idiot complaining that she had investments with Lehman Brothers, that she couldn’t get anyone from Lehman on the phone, and what was going to happen to her money? When this stupid woman was done, my friend (never one to mince words) told her in no uncertain terms what a selfish POS she was. There were people worried about loved ones and this woman was more worried about her money. The stupid broad eventually got off at her stop well before my friend, whereupon others on the train burst into applause.