Captain’s Log 5,683
I was just waking up on September 11, 2001 when Big Sister Mia called and told me to turn on the television. She said she thought we were at war.
In a way, she was right. We had gone to war with an ideology we did not understand. We had gone to war (as always) with the concept of God’s justice being necessary to make certain people right and certain people wrong. We had gone to war with the idea that hatred makes you mighty and strong.
2,996 people were killed that day. That includes the highjackers. Some people say they should not be included, but they were also victims of an ideology out of control. What kind of madness instills young men with the willingness to crash planes into buildings just to make a point?
Big Sister Mia and I went to New York the following March. The site of the World Trade Center was still a gaping hole in the ground. It still smelled of dust and debris. It also smelled of innocence and loss. In the heart of such a large city, the silence around the area was noticeable.
We ventured down the street to Trinity Church. For the most part, it was unscathed. The fact that it sustained so little damage is almost uncanny. People gathered there to remember the event. The high fences around the churchyard were being used for a huge memorial. It was heartbreaking to see. As we stood there in awe, a firefighter from Florida stepped forward and placed a t-shirt and baseball cap from his unit. We stood by quietly as he stepped back and saluted the fence. Our hearts were breaking.
I think I was most affected by the thousands of paper cranes made by children from all over the world. We struggle to understand how such things happen. The paper cranes are a testimony to how energy and hope can be channeled into something so beautiful to behold.
Imagine a world where children are encouraged to fold paper cranes instead of firing a gun. Just imagine.