I have witnessed a coming together from people here in Manhattan. People are consoling, hugging, writing messages on cardboard in Union Square, lighting candles, being more courteous and patient, smiling at each other. A group of us had a prayer session at one end of union square. We prayed for those killed those injured, the families of both. We prayed for the mental health of those involved and wisdom for the counselors, strength for the medical staff, perseverance for rescue workers.
A friend here has his cousin - a firefighter - missing. We gathered around him.
We prayed for those affected economically, for those afraid, for those now homeless. For the mental and ophysical health of the children.
Then there was the celebration. The thanks for being alive, for an extra day, an extra minute. Life is a gift. We don't earn the right to birth. Every moment is a bonus. Any of us can go at any time, in a car accident or an horrific event such as this.
I have no fear of death were it to befall me. I know where I am going. I am relishing every instant of this life, and have done since I became alert to the fragile mortality we possess years ago. It is times like this that reinforce that. Ram it home. I try and remember the lessons so that I don't have to re-learn them the hard way.
Life is good. Go out side get some sky and some wind. Drink some water and give thanks for survival. Do this rather than giving in to despair, to quarreling, to fixating on the problems of America, or vengance or Bushes failings, or Bin Ladens lunacy. Find the positives from this. People can and are drawing together from this tragedy, just as they can give way to anger, hate and arguments both in the streets of Dallas or on a public message board.
Let us pull together. None of us here is a suicidal terrorist, so let us be glad of each others views, as hurtful or "wrong" they may be. Conversely let us show sensativity at this time. Emotions - fear, confusion, anger, patriotism, a sense of violation and trepidation of times to come - are running high. Fuses are short. When the dust settles (literally) there will be time for self analysis, time for change, time for directional assessment. For now let us be as one. One in our humanity and in the very fact that we are alive.
Hallelujah.
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I am the walrus!.... er, no hang on....
A fair dinkum laughing Hyena!