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Mirror, Mirror
This is a day where I look in the mirror and I don’t judge myself. I am happy just being alive.

Eight years ago I didn’t know how many of my extended family members and friends were still alive. They were trapped in in stairwells, on the streets of lower Manhattan, in college dorms surrounded by clouds of smoke, and, fortuitously, stuck with flat tires on bridges instead of delivering an order to Windows on the World, or had decided to take a meeting uptown instead of in their office in Tower 2, overslept and were still on the train enroute to work at Cantor Fitzgerald, and even in a chemo treatment instead of at their desk in Tower 1.

I was in Ithaca, NY safe in my college apartment, glued to the TV and trying frantically to get through to ANYONE on my cell phone. I was relaying news updates to a high school friend via instant messenger, since she was living in Morocco and they were censoring the news. By 5pm everyone we knew was accounted for, but many others were not so lucky.

Take a moment to look in your own mirror, to reflect on the life you’ve lived over the past eight years. Hug your family a little tighter, kiss your partner a little longer. Relish the simple “I Love You” as you sign off a call or say good-bye. Appreciate every minute of the day, because, as we learned in 2001, it can all change in an instant. la vita è bella.

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2 responses to “Untitled

  1. Hello – you showed up on my WordPress blog,

    I met my husband this week, right after 9/11 and I was trapped in Europe and couldn’t get home because they suspended all flights.

    It’s good you were in Ithaca (I grew up in Chautauqua County) and not at the World Trade towers where I spent a lot of time at endless meetings.

    I was in Italy and walking to Continental Airlines and the US Consulate daily, worrying about friends who might have been at the towers.

    My brother arrived outside WTC for a meeting a few moments after the first hit and called everyone and they got out.

    Not because of 9/11, I think of it but we always say “I love you,” several times a day. There is so much to be thankful for. Dee

  2. Wow. Thank you so much for sharing your story, Dee. It’s true, there is always so much to be thankful for. Best wishes, Ashley

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