Mostly what I remember about those days after the attacks on the World Trade Center is how kind we all were to each other, the kindness that knows pain.
People have asked me what I remember about being in New York in those days after the attacks on the World Trade Center.
I remember the beautiful weather and the poignant posters up all over with photos of the missing: “Have You Seen?” But mostly I remember how kind we all were to each other, the kindness that knows pain.
On Madison Avenue I saw an obviously grieving woman cross the street and in her distracted state she bumped into a cop. The man, bless him, didn’t bridle. Instead he grabbed hold of her, almost hugged her, walked with her a moment and looked into her eyes as if to say, “You OK? I’m here to help.”
Infinite kindness. It’s what I hold onto.