I usually don’t speak on this day, preferring to post a simple image to show how I feel. This, I do out of respect. Our of sorrow. Out of a profound lack of words.
This year, I’ll only share one thing. The thought that popped into my head the moment I was told that an airplane had crashed into the Twin Towers, as I was walking into our graphic designer’s office.
And so, it begins.
That was whispered into my ear, making my skin crawl. I turned around, but there was no one behind me.
We still hadn’t turned on the TV, so I thought at first the airplane had crashed into the towers in a freak accident. I couldn’t understand the meaning of these words. When we started watching the news, I realized it was much more than that. And when the second airplane hit the towers, time froze for me. I sat down, hand over gaping mouth, a crushing feeling of helplessness weighing on my chest.
I’m still unsure as to what began that day. But I have faith that the evil that was unleashed that day won’t triumph for long.
I am part of that power which eternally wills evil and eternally works good.