It has been eighteen years now, since the terrorist attacks on 9/11/2001. Sometimes, it seems just like yesterday. At other times, it seems like so very long ago. So much has happened in our world since then. There are now many adults who were not yet born when this occurred. That is mind boggling to me.
Rembering is not an easy process; but, it is usually valuable. May we never forget those whose lives were taken from them, the many heroes on this day, and the thousands upon thousands who helped with rescue, recovery, and rebuilding.
Serving as a Volunteer Chaplain at the site of the World Trade Center Tragedy, Ground Zero, has been the experience of a lifetime. Those who have known that I’ve been engaged in this capacity have asked many questions. These have been difficult to answer. How does one write about such horrific scenes? How does one appropriately write about the destruction, especially against the backdrop of the violent acts that caused it? How does one write about something, which is beyond comprehension? How do you describe the indescribable?
Though I have some reluctance in doing so, these lines are written in an effort to provide one perspective on a portion of what I observed and experienced at Ground Zero. Hopefully, this will enable others to be better prepared to give aid and comfort to the scores of people that have been personally affected by the tragic events of September 11, 2001.
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