Through the Fog

It's hard to believe today marks 8 years since that horrific day in September 2001.

I lived in Hoboken NJ, December 1999 through August 2002, working in downtown Manhattan in the Financial District, a mere couple of blocks from the Twin Towers. From my cubicle space I could see the Statue of Liberty, including approaching storms, a truly fantastic sight. The conference room right beside me peered out on the World Trade Center. It was one of the most enviable views.

Everyday I took the NJ Path train from Hoboken to the World Trade Center, as I did that day. My train's doors ushered me out and onto the underground platform just as the first plane crashed. Little did I know, once above ground and standing on the street, gaping at the burning hole of the North Tower, that my world and our world had drastically changed. There is no turning back.

But amidst the pain, something amazing occurred in New York and across the Hudson in Jersey that autumn: people of all shapes and sizes and colors and accents pulled together. There was an awesome sense of community. We consciously lived and breathed each moment, cherishing it, our families and friends.

Unfortunately, the fog of life settles back too quickly. We get caught up in traffic jams, unclean dishes, long lines at the grocery store, and doctors' offices with punishing waits. We work long hours, and cut short time with our kids and loved ones. Simply put, we forget the most painful of lessons - life is fragile, it is a precious gift from our Creator. At least I for one am guilty.

Today I think back on that crisp blue sky, and I pray for eyes to see clearly through the fog.