In the end, there is nothing to say. Take a cue from Rudy and Mike. No speeches and no grandstanding. I thought maybe I would have something of substance. In the end, there is nothing to say.
One year later, we have seen things that, in the end, I think only serve to give us false senses of security against a bodiless threat. Where once we stood united, in the end we are divided. Recompense for families affected has been wraught with obstacles and controversy. Consensus on a fitting memorial is proving difficult to reach.
There are questions that are logical to ask, one year later.
For ourselves: Are we doing what we can to better ourselves? Each one of us has a take-home lesson from that day. Have we taken it to heart?
As Americans: Is our country being prudent in its actions? What can we do to be a part of the decisionmaking process?
As for me, it’s been hard these last few days as I try to assess its impact on me, tempered by the knowledge that there are those that experienced much worse and by trying to make sure that I don’t blow things out of proportion nor take things too lightly.
For my part, I’ll be observing quiet moments of reflection at 8:45, 9:03, 10:05, and 10:28.
I intended to spend today not jobhunting, but rather reflecting and writing.
But frankly, you’ve done it all already for me. You’ve said it, and said it so well, so cogently, so aptly, so emotionally, that honestly, what’s left to say?
My hat’s off to you, Tony.