I was right there with you too almost walking with you and your son. I resonated so much with the innocent remarks your son made that could be so misinterpreted – and how you felt that need to blend, to be invisible, while he continued on in childhood innocence.

Your compassion towards the woman – finding that spot in your heart to offer a hand and bless her – well, that’s such a statement to your heart and your groundedness in such a disasterous moment.

God Bless You Hiro and thanks for sharing this incredible account of 9/11. The power of your story leaves me speechless.

xoxo
Char´s last post … test

Thank you for this gift. I cannot point out any particular part because I was just blown away by the whole post. I wish I had RT’d this on Twitter.

It has been an experience reading my fellow bloggers’ tributes to 9-11. We all have different stories but each is so precious. Mine to looks at 9-11 partly through the eyes of a child.

Thanks again for sharing your powerful story.
Judy Dunn´s last post … One Girl, One Hero: A September 11 Story

I’m having to accept that my dad is dying of cancer. Several years ago, his brother died instantly from stepping in front of a truck. There is no way to really “prepare” for reality.

But your reminder that “home” is where there is caring and connection helps me in the process of giving up denial and being OK with what is, whatever it is.

Thank you from my heart.

Lynne
Lynne Tolk´s last post … Ever Integrating

Deeply bowing to your presence and your heart,

Yael
Yael Reinhardt-Matsliah´s last post … Social Media and Street Crossings

What would be mawkish or neatly conclusive in another writer’s hands / heart is magnificent in yours.

Thanks you.
Jennifer Louden´s last post … Freedom from Self-Improvement: Heaven on Earth

I’m so moved by each of your responses; my heart is too full to say more.

Many blessings of peace and love to all of you.

Hiro
Hiro Boga´s last post … Refugees: Remembering 9/11

I was getting messages for several days before 9/11. An empty car came rolling down a hill and hit the cars in front of us on a highway. Later that day, we had a huge tree fall right in front of our car. I knew something was coming, but not what. I sent emails to my friends asking them to be mindful and careful.

While there were a lot of people killed that day on one hand, I was surprised at how many of them were connected to me once or twice removed. Life changed that day for all of us. Fear did not grip me, but I knew the need for the healing work many of us do would become all the more important.
Christine Martell´s last post … Walking through the landscape of time

My friends working in the Towers that day made it. But I had friends on Flight 11 that day. I’ve always hoped that there is some way….some way possible that they didn’t really know. Maybe they knew they’d been hijacked but thought that being hijacked is something that usually people come away alive from.

Thank you, as always, for writing and sharing this.
“My roots are the roots of the lotus, floating wherever the currents of life take me”

I’m so happy I know you.
All the best,
deb
Deb Owen´s last post … A Call For Prayer for Forgiveness & Healing on 9.11