thanks for the wishes of wellness. still trying to understand this illness.
twenty odd years ago i was lucky enough to visit new york city. dad had a job in Connecticut, so lucky little me tagged along. along with the usual touristy things, statue of liberty, empire state, hard rock cafe, bloomingdales, macys etc we took a trip up to the top of the twin towers. even back then i was scared of heights, yet i went up, and up, and up in the speedy lift. i didnt do lifts either.
when the top was reached, i was a sad picture, putting my arms out in front of me when i slowly neared the panes of glass. a few people including my brother slapped both hands on the glass and glared down. my heart jumped. i preferred to stay back. then we went up to the viewing deck. oh my the views, across manhattan.
like alot of people watching the 9/11 attacks, they seemed surreal. watching a movie. my brain wouldnt connect with the reality. this isnt real. this is real. i cant imagine what those poor people went through that day. the towers had such a presence, that day had a presence too.