Five years on


Back in our days of innocence, people used to say they’d never forget where they were when JFK was shot. I remember where I was—in London, doing my homework. My father called me down from my room.

It was unthinkable.

I remember—it seems so recent, but it really is five years ago—when the World Trade Center was hit and then the Pentagon, just two miles from where I live.

It was more than unthinkable.

I remember when I heard on the radio about the attacks in London, my home, just over a year ago. The unthinkable and the more-than-unthinkable had already happened in my lifetime and countless times in history.

It was inevitable.

I wish I didn’t think about, wonder, and dread what’s going to happen next. Our power to destroy becomes more and more lethal.

And more inevitable.


2 Responses to Five years on

  1. Kay Sondheimer says:

    I remember one sad day when I saw the Chesapeake Bay, and as far as the eye could see, dead fish floated endlessly. The unthinkable happened that day I know–man delt a lethal blow! His waste into the Bay did flow.

    OH NO, NO!

    I long to see another day when, like the innocent times, the children can go to the Bay and play. There’s got to be a way!

  2. passante says:

    Kay, Thanks for reminding us that there are many ways our future is threatened. Terrorism takes many forms. Sometimes we are our own worst enemies. I think about that too.

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