Well it is a year later, and I know that tonight I won't be watching any of the coverage. I watched more then enough last year. There is only so many times you can watch the planes hit or the buildings fall. I will remember what happened I just don't want to re-live it. The one thing that has carried on unfortunately is knowing that I may still have to fear for my friend's safety. One of the very unfortunate things is the mistrust and violence that came out toward people with Middle-Eastern decent. One of my favorite people grow up here, and has dual citizenship with the US and Morocco where her parents are from. Actually when NYC was hit she was the first person I called. He dad works in NYC and I wasn't sure where, I wanted to know if he was ok. I adore her family. I have met her mom, dad, younger borther and sister, a few cousins, and an aunt & uncle or two. They are all very nice people. But soon after because of they way they look and the religion that they believe in, people became afraid of her, or simply hated them because of it. If anyone knew her they would know she is a sweetheart, though a little nuts (but in that good fun way). She would never do anythign to hurt anyone. She was just as upset about what happened as everyone else was. It was strange when talking to a girl at work who had an appointment soon after the 11th, with a doctor she had never met. He had a very foreign sounding name. She was afraid that he may do something to hurt her because "they all hate us so much". I asked her if she was afraid of my roommate, who she has never met, but has heard me talk about. She said no. I asked what made this man any different. I just couldn't imagine why someone would hate my Miss Chick (my nickname for her - don't know why it just kinda stuck).
But hug those you love no matter what they look like or believe in.
Hugs to you all
squeak