03-27-2007, 06:47 PM
I had the opportunity to spend a few day with the family in NYC. My sister lives in Battery Park about 3 blocks from Ground Zero . I've been back there since 9/11 but had not had the opportunity to go to the site where the towers were. Its and odd thing that something that had been such a part of landscape not just for its physical presents but the childhood memories of it being built and always being there. My daughter was too young to remember the 2 days or so that we couldn't find her uncle Michael and the absolute helplessness her aunt felt because she couldn't make a simple phone call 5 blocks away to find her husband. So my wife and I explained to her what was there and what happened .She listened but I don't think she understood. Every day for the better part of last week we walked by the site and the little fire station that was such a huge part of the recovery . Not once did I ever see the doors to that station closed, not once did I see any of the guy's refuse a picture ( grant it there were smokin women ) . But what bothered me the most is that not once did I hear a simple thank you . I waited to hear it just once , my daughter and I even sat at the corner for half and hour clip every day for 4 days and not once was it uttered among crowds of people. The men and women who risked so much just to help bring some kind of comfort to the victims of this horrible event. The family and I had to leave early Monday morning and were walking to the subway to catch a train for the airport . for the first time in 4 day there were no crowds and I had the privilege to speak to one of the men who were there and saw so very much that would have made lesser men run . The only thing that I could manage to get out was " Thank you " . I was close to tears when I walked a way , but I think my daughter finally understood what so many people seemed not to.