I want very much to write something of this day. However, so much has already been written, televised and, unfortunately, exploited.
In all honesty, it was not the worst day in my life, but certainly the most shocking. I had two "worst days;" those on which my parents died.
Like most who were not there, on 9/11, I sat before the television mesmerized, too much so to be tearful. For hours I sat there, not knowing what to think.
In the past, I'd seen death in wars and on the street. I certainly hadn't and haven't become inured to it, but, well, "shock" was the only word that comes to mind; and sadness, confusion.
New York City is my home. I was born and raised there. I had been many times to the Trade Center and dined at Windows on the World. Now it was crumbling.
But it was not, as we all know, only New York: The field over Pennsylvania and the Pentagon.
Did I have any friends or acquaintances who were killed; who were helping. I had no idea. Phone lines were jammed.
I sat quietly wondering what was next.
Today I see the political battles continue over health care for those who were first responders and rescuers and wonder why we can't simply say, "We'll take care of you. Don't worry. We'll take care of you." I don't want to get political here, but do you really care if a very few happen to "scam" that system, if those who really deserve the help get it. I certainly don't.
I am not a religious man; I'm a "secular" Jew who lights candles appropriately for those in my family who have died. I pray unconsciously daily for the world and its population.
Tonight I will light one for those who died on that awful day…and I have already hung out my flag.
Though it sounds almost impossible to do otherwise, given the television and newspaper "specials" about that fateful day, I think we all should give more than just a moment of silence for the heroes of that day; and for those who died.
In death we are all equal.