when not a moon disclose a sign
this is my dad's story:
"at 7 this morning, i got off the train at the world trade center stop, took my time and got coffee and the paper like usual -- and then walked to work, five blocks away.
"at work, i was in the middle of a project when i noticed something surreal -- paper, like a huge tickertape parade, was floating down past my window. i thought it was someone playing a joke, or losing it off of a rooftop, a whole box of computer paper.
"and then, someone pointed to the smoke. and then, corporate headquarters called. and then, we turned on the radio, and thought a plane had crashed into the world trade center.
"and then, we heard the most astounding sound: a crash, a boom.
"and then, we realized that it was terrorism.
"my co-workers and i realized that we had to evacuate, but that the trains were no longer running. i called Art [weetanya's mom] and we agreed to meet at the public library at 1.
"we walked from the upper side of manhattan all the way to the library. Art didn't arrive, and i was unable to contact her by phone -- all the lines were busy.
"after waiting for several hours, i realized that i had to leave, there was the chance that she'd made it to the trains.
"i walked to penn station, and took the train home. when i got there, Art still hadn't arrived. i waited at the station.
"finally, an hour later, Art arrived. evidently UNICEF [mom's workplace] had planned to keep everyone overnight, but had changed their mind at the last minute.
"i don't know what's happening next, whether i'm going to work next week, or ..."
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my parents are alive. i'm ... horrified and overjoyed. had my father not been an early riser, he'd be dead.
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this might be a weird question to ask, but:
who am i?
i am not the same me that i was this morning.
"at 7 this morning, i got off the train at the world trade center stop, took my time and got coffee and the paper like usual -- and then walked to work, five blocks away.
"at work, i was in the middle of a project when i noticed something surreal -- paper, like a huge tickertape parade, was floating down past my window. i thought it was someone playing a joke, or losing it off of a rooftop, a whole box of computer paper.
"and then, someone pointed to the smoke. and then, corporate headquarters called. and then, we turned on the radio, and thought a plane had crashed into the world trade center.
"and then, we heard the most astounding sound: a crash, a boom.
"and then, we realized that it was terrorism.
"my co-workers and i realized that we had to evacuate, but that the trains were no longer running. i called Art [weetanya's mom] and we agreed to meet at the public library at 1.
"we walked from the upper side of manhattan all the way to the library. Art didn't arrive, and i was unable to contact her by phone -- all the lines were busy.
"after waiting for several hours, i realized that i had to leave, there was the chance that she'd made it to the trains.
"i walked to penn station, and took the train home. when i got there, Art still hadn't arrived. i waited at the station.
"finally, an hour later, Art arrived. evidently UNICEF [mom's workplace] had planned to keep everyone overnight, but had changed their mind at the last minute.
"i don't know what's happening next, whether i'm going to work next week, or ..."
----
my parents are alive. i'm ... horrified and overjoyed. had my father not been an early riser, he'd be dead.
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this might be a weird question to ask, but:
who am i?
i am not the same me that i was this morning.