Good morning,
"Mom, was it scary on that day?" my eleven-year-old Omri asked. He was referring to 9/11 because I was heading to the Broadway show Come From Away that evening.
"Yeah, buddy. It really was," I replied.
How do I explain the fear I felt that day? How do I compare it to something he knows about?
I didn't do any of those things. I just dropped it. But I thought about his question all day until I made it to the theatre with my sweet friend, Audra. And when Come From Away started, I was transported 20 years back to those days of the unknown. Of the rallying together even though there really wasn't anything we could do. Of the utter shock.
It was beautiful and terrifying. I could feel all the feelings of the plane passengers. I could feel all the terror of the townspeople. I knew exactly how it felt.
When the show was over (with much cheering and clapping), a lady in front of us looked at Audra and me and our tear-streaked faces. We were all feeling the same thing. And we knew it.
If we can get through that, we can get through anything.
Speaking of getting through things, t's MLK Day on Monday. A long weekend is ahead of us.
And in honor of MLK Day, here's some really interesting history.
