My husband’s words jarred me awake a few minutes ago. I had fallen asleep on the couch. “They killed Bin Laden,” he told me. I opened my eyes, watching the news. As I grasped what was going on I reached up and grabbed my phone, checking in with my Facebook app. My entire wall was filled with cheering and professions of happiness. I put my phone down, closed my eyes, and went back to sleep.
I can remember September 11 like it was yesterday. I was already in my office working when my home phone rang. I picked it up. It was my brother telling me that someone had “effed up” pretty bad and flew a plane into the World Trade Center. “Someone is going to be losing a job.” And then, as we chatted watching the screen together, the other plane hit. I couldn’t believe it. I hung up the phone feeling the need to call my husband. I, like the rest of the world, was in shock.
Two days prior I was sitting in my boat marveling at the beauty of the towers. It was Sunday, September 9th at around 4:30 p.m. We were at the Tobay marina with friends. Long Island is pretty flat, so even 35 miles away on the South Shore we could see — since the visibility was really good — the silhouette of the buildings. I remember that day specifically because I said out loud that we were so incredibly lucky to be sitting there with friends on such a beautiful day. Two days later our world shattered. Everyone’s did, really.
And so you’d think that as someone who lives close enough to miss those towers in her landscape, someone who knew lots of people who actually died, I’d be really happy to hear about Osama Bin Laden getting killed. And yet while I am glad that he’s not around to plan more attacks, his death actually scares me. I don’t think it will stop terrorism. Instead, I think it will only inflame the situation. Bottom line: I can’t cheer over his death since I truly believe it will bring more death. I hope and pray that I am wrong, especially since my husband works a stone’s throw away from where those towers stood, but I am not confident.
And so, maybe at least our soldiers will come home. Hoping and praying for all of those making such amazing sacrifices for freedom both here and overseas as well as the families who lost loved ones on September 11, the first responders (many of whom I know) who suffer daily as a side effect of their bravery, and for humankind. May we find a way to go forward in peace and love.