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  •  Rena, this is a gripping story well told. (2+ / 0-)
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    kj in missouri, RenaRF

    At the point where you talked with your and started crying so did I.  That day has a visceral effect on me whenever I hear or read the experience of others, or think of my own.  It's like when JFK was assassinated, everyone knew where they were and what they had been doing when the news hit the radios and TV networks.

    Did you ever get a chance to give that presentation?  

    On 09/11/2001, I was miles away in Medina WA, waiting for the company buss to take us all to a work site.  I was a union painter. We were working on a mansion three blocks from Bill Gate's house.  We had to be bussed in, because the neighborhood association didn't want the street taken up with trades person's vehicles.
    Someone pulled up beside us and said there were rumors that New York had been attacked and that we were at war.. Then our buss pulled up,  and the regular driver was extremely stress.  I got on amid intense speculation.  
    We got to the job site,  and our crew was hanging around the lunch room telling what they'd heard.  Then our foreman brought in a radio, and we started to get more accurate news.  Our buss driver, an affable young apprentice from Kosovo was in tears.  He had to get home to his parents. He'd seen what war was first hand, and came to the US to get away from such dangers.  The foreman said he could go if someone would drive the bus, then he asked me if I would.  I was reluctant because I had never driven a bus before,  but I looked at the driver's face and said sure.. (my God, his name escapes me! I can SEE his face but can't "hear" his name. But I'm that way with names.) It was good thing I was driving the bus. On the job training to drive a buss took my mind off the fears of the days..  We were let go from work not long after without ever picking up a paint brush.
    My car was left over night at the city park and my husband drove me there the next morning.  

    "Let us not be conservative with compassion. Be generous with compassion."

    by ilyana on Sat Sep 11, 2010 at 05:39:27 PM PDT

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