I'll never forget where I was on September 11, 2001.
The phone rang at the crack of dawn. It was my ex-husband who at the time was out of the country (and still my husband). There was no hello, no how are you, none of the platitudes we'd summarily exchange. All he said was, "Wake up, turn on the television NOW," with a urgency in his voice I've never heard before or since. I asked why - feeling a bit annoyed at having been awakened from a deep sleep. And he said it again, "just turn on the tv." As I was about to ask what channel, I realized it didn't matter. It was every channel. All of them. Fear enveloped every pore of my being. And we watched in silence, horror, and disbelief - apart, but together. ..
I prayed for the world that day and everyday since. I prayed for love, tolerance, justice, healing, peace... for souls lost, for hearts broken, for all of us. My prayer was that one day, we would stop doing evil and calling it God's will. And by we, I mean all of us regardless of the things we think separate us.
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