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Wednesday,
September 12, 2001
The story
continues
I'm
not really sure what I should write about today.
It was extremely eerie at work to look out over DFW Airport and
not see a single plane taking off or landing. I haven't really been
in the mindset to write, partially from trying to keep up with the
news and partially from tiredness related to churning out technical
documentation for ten hours.
They've
started to release the passenger lists. One man, who had been among
the brave few who rushed the hijackers on the plane that crashed
in Pennsylvania, had been with his two-month-old son. Another woman
had been with her four-year-old daughter. Lyndon thinks that he
may have flown with one of the flight attendants. There are women
hoping and praying to hear from their husbands, men wondering if
their wives are buried alive in the rubble somewhere, and people
for whom all hope is gone, and grief has taken its place. My heart
goes out to each and every one of them.
And
there's the physical toll on Manhattan. This is ironic for a writer
to say, but in this case pictures speak louder than words.
Some people
have been wondering if the gap in New York's skyline (not to mention
its heart) will ever be filled. I don't believe that they can ever
build something that will replace the WTC, no -- it was unique,
and should remain that way.
But I know New
Yorkers.
I know how much
pride they take in their city and their skyline, and I can't believe
that they're going to let the site of the WTC go fallow. It may
take years, and Boombah only knows where they're going to find the
money, but someday another skyscraper will rise where the Twin Towers
once stood. Perhaps it will have a small, green park in front of
it, with memorials of people who died during the bombing and testaments
to New York's Finest and Bravest who lost their lives while trying
to save others.
But it will
be there, and it will be tall and bright and beautiful, just like
the city it will stand in, and just like the people who will build
it.
Of this, I am
sure.
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