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I remember...
Apr. 15th, 2013 01:14 pmgetting up, and wandering to the living room, and turning on the computer, and getting the message that I needed to see the news footage. I had a conference call with people who were working in the 2nd tower, some of whom did not make it out. I remember the fear and hysteria and the updates.
I remember how dark America got after that incident, and how the demagogues used the incident to incite hate and war.
I'm sitting in my cube, watching a similar but much lesser tragedy unfold in Boston.
I'm scared. I'm so scared I've cried a couple times. But the most important thing is to move forward, to be human, to help, to build, to not let the flashing lights and televised screams speak fully to the inner child/beast. The company's Boston crew was 100 yards from the finish line; they're OK, and out of the area.
Let the hysteria machine die down, do the job in front of me.
Still scared.
I remember how dark America got after that incident, and how the demagogues used the incident to incite hate and war.
I'm sitting in my cube, watching a similar but much lesser tragedy unfold in Boston.
I'm scared. I'm so scared I've cried a couple times. But the most important thing is to move forward, to be human, to help, to build, to not let the flashing lights and televised screams speak fully to the inner child/beast. The company's Boston crew was 100 yards from the finish line; they're OK, and out of the area.
Let the hysteria machine die down, do the job in front of me.
Still scared.
