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  •  On my way to a conference. (8+ / 0-)

    A van full of mentally ill persons making their way to the Catskills for a NYAPRS conference, it came on over the radio. After the first plane struck, we pulled over (there were two vans in the convoy) and shared the news. I hate to say it, but I was suspicious from that moment that it was no accident, but I wouldn't share that thought.

    We continued on in a self-imposed news blackout. It wasn't until we settled in to our rooms and turned on the TV that it became clear what was actually going on. The first tower hadn't collapsed yet at that point. Needless to say, the course of the entire two day conference changed.

    Everyone came to a hastily put together presentation that evening. This memory really stands out, for some reason, but after they had a clergyman lead a prayer, one of the Jewish members of our group stood and shouted out a pretty poignant rebuke to the hollow prayer. I wish I could remember the details, but I was in such a mental fog at the time all I could think was "this guy understands how this feels better than that preacher."

    Thankfully, everyone else knew how to really react, not with coddling and treating us like children, like that preacher seemed wont to do, but to keep moving, get on with the work we were there to do, and let us deal with it in our own unique ways.

    To tweet or not to tweet. I tweet therefore I am.

    by RadicalParrot on Wed Sep 11, 2013 at 07:44:06 AM PDT

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