I was looking at Google Plus, something I do almost everyday, I enjoy my blogs and I love to read others. I have even joined a few communities. I enjoy what people write, cook, and take pictures of. There are a whole bunch of people out there that do some of the very things that I do.
The other evening I was perusing "my google plus home page" and I came across this picture.
Kathy and I went our separate ways, she off to school, and me, I stayed and went to school in NYC. I often went downtown to the Towers to go shopping, I went to a head hunter whose office was in one of the building. I even interviewed at a couple of offices in them. I never did get employment there but just a few blocks away, I did find a job.
When I saw this picture and many others. I find myself thinking about my friend and her very handsome brothers. Then I remember that while I am filled with warm and fuzzy memories, she is not, for you see the oldest of her most handsome siblings died when the Towers came down.
I knew others that perished, kids I grew up with, even a couple we went to camp with, and I know a guy that was there both times the buildings were attacked and came out alive, he is blessed, truly.
It saddens me to think that a place that brought me the sweet memories, caused so much heartache for others.
Maybe we were never that safe....