My one tradition on September 11 is to walk over to the Hudson River and quietly pay my respects to those lost.
Every year there is an ominous wind that usually blows up from the WTC and smacks me square in the face. I always took this to mean that the spirits were still alive, still begging for us to figure this all out and not to forget
The wind this year was different though. It blew from behind me, towards the WTC. It grabbed my head by the temples and made me look, made me see, made me want to make a better world. It now seems to beg us all to …
- Stop worrying about whose God your neighbor prays to
- Stop worrying about having more than you deserve
- Stop worrying about the color of skin
- Stop worrying about the orientation of sex
- Stop worrying about political agenda
- Stop worrying about science
And ask yourself, “What’s so funny about peace love and understanding??”
Seriously!!
