On that morning I was 50 years old and for the most part still had the wide-eyed wonderment of a child and I trusted in people and I had hope and i saw things so differently. It started a slide into an ugly funk that lasted for years and although I'm far better now I'll never be who I was. There was a time I trusted people at face value and approached life with amazing optimism. Just getting some of that back over the past year or two. All those poor, innocent people - Brutalized by nothing other than ignorant hatefulness.
I was on my first day of vacation. I turned on the news when I woke. I stayed glued to that tv for what seemed to be days.
I live in the flight paths of two airports, Greater Pitt being one and also a large county airport That night, when the air would be so full of airplanes, there was nothing but silence. But it wasn't peaceful silence - It was the silence of the aftermath of ugly inhumanity. The silence of shock and disbelief.
