While I sympathize with others' enormous grief, I'll always be eternally grateful -- [yeah, I realize I doubled up there] -- that my middle daughter turned down a job offer in the restaurant at the top of one of the towers. I'm not familiar enough with New York to remember the name of the restaurant, but I can imagine how comfortable the people in the Towers must have felt until the unthinkable happened.
What makes me cringe is that I remember wondering how she would support herself working freelance with her harp.
The most telling comment I've read so far about the 9-11 attack: "We once again had a common enemy and it wasn't ourselves."
The enormous holes in the New York cityscape and people's lives, notwithstanding, I find it sad the American people haven't clung to that sentiment. Seems we have turned on ourselves and are trying to cannibalize our neighbors to further our own self-interests.
Sadness at the violence ... and the stupidity.