People have asked me what I remember about being in New York in those days after the attacks on the World Trade Center.
I remember the beautiful weather and the poignant posters up all over with photos of the missing: “Have You Seen?” But mostly I remember how kind we all were to each other, the kindness that knows pain.
On Madison Avenue I saw an obviously grieving woman cross the street and in her distracted state she bumped into a cop. The man, bless him, didn’t bridle. Instead he grabbed hold of her, almost hugged her, walked with her a moment and looked into her eyes as if to say, “You OK? I’m here to help.”
Here’s a link to a video from my friend Paul talking to people at St. Paul’s Chapel.
And here’s a link to some of our amazing stories of faith in the aftermath.
Infinite kindness. It’s what I hold onto.
