A day to remember that there are far more important matters at stake in the world than the petty concerns of Big Man Getting Smaller.
I had just dropped off my then 3-year-old son Danny at his day care, and followed my usual routine of going back home, pouring a fresh cup and sitting down at the computer to get down to work with CNN on in the background.
But there it was, live on TV without an Enya soundtrack, and nothing was routine.
Kippy, then 21 and a senior at Barnard, was in a cab in mid-town Manhattan. It took hours before we could speak on the phone. She said all the traffic immediately became gridlocked and people began walking, moving on foot like the tides, with far less sense than they had possessed moments earlier of where they were going.
Six years later, do we know any more about where we are going? Do we ever?
Sometimes it is far more important to know where we are than to know where we are going. In Manhattan six years ago, Kippy resisted the calls of some of her loved ones to leave. She knew where she was, and she knew that she had to stay put and reach out to people around her. She always makes me so proud, even when her heart is broken.
Stay tuned ... we'll be back on topic tomorrow. But the real truth is that my children, and this frightening world in which they are making their way so beautifully, are always on topic for me.
I had just dropped off my then 3-year-old son Danny at his day care, and followed my usual routine of going back home, pouring a fresh cup and sitting down at the computer to get down to work with CNN on in the background.
But there it was, live on TV without an Enya soundtrack, and nothing was routine.
Kippy, then 21 and a senior at Barnard, was in a cab in mid-town Manhattan. It took hours before we could speak on the phone. She said all the traffic immediately became gridlocked and people began walking, moving on foot like the tides, with far less sense than they had possessed moments earlier of where they were going.
Six years later, do we know any more about where we are going? Do we ever?
Sometimes it is far more important to know where we are than to know where we are going. In Manhattan six years ago, Kippy resisted the calls of some of her loved ones to leave. She knew where she was, and she knew that she had to stay put and reach out to people around her. She always makes me so proud, even when her heart is broken.
Stay tuned ... we'll be back on topic tomorrow. But the real truth is that my children, and this frightening world in which they are making their way so beautifully, are always on topic for me.
Sometimes we only know where our next foot fall will land... and somethimes not even that!
Living to the fullest is the only defense against terrorism of all kinds.
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