I sometimes take for granted the gift of life and then I remember that there are so many people that I have run into in the course of my life at age 35 that are no more. I often deal with grief by telling myself the person has travelled.
It has been 16 years since September 11 2001 and I can only wonder what would have become of those people. I had the fortune of knowing many souls that perished that day in Center 2. You see I was forever the hustler and I always had one job or another. I used to work for Voters News Service on the 72nd floor of tower 2. I stopped working the week before (August ending) because I had to resume University a few days early given that I had changed schools.
I remember being irritated I was giving up my $13/hr or so job that early. I cried for weeks aftee the attack because I was the youngest person in that office at 19 and folks were so kind in terms of teaching me how to call voters and stuff.
Whenever I sit and think about it- maybe I am the cat with 9 lives because per chance, I always get out. God’s work is nowhere near being fulfilled in my life and I wonder if he is disappointed in me sometimes for not doing enough.
May the souls of those departed on that horrid day contibue to rest in Peace.
How is your week? As for me I am waiting on news that can essential determine the course of the rest of my life so to speak. And I am not nervous about it- I figure either way it’s his will.