Comments on: Chrysalis

By: Inanna

Inanna — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 03:56:14 +0000

I can’t think of a single person who doesn’t know where they were when they heard the news. When the plane hit the Pentagon, my first thoughts were of Troy, who was supposed to be there. It took me three days to reach him and his voice never sounded so sweet.

Thank you for sharing this with us, Julez. *Big hug*

By: restless angel

restless angel — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 02:37:15 +0000

My mother woke me up that morning to tell me what happened. It took hours and email to find out my cousin was stuck in Jersey that morning and my very good friend, who’s family is like my own, father was near the Pentagon, but merely delayed in his travels. But I can still see those images burned in my head from my television set on the coast of New England….

I know I don’t know you or your friends, but I’m glad you all survived.

By: cybele

cybele — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 21:13:15 +0000

I had no media on that day. It was beautiful weather. I got a phone call from someone who told me that he felt badly working, but things had to be done. I told him I hope he felt better later, and we conducted our business. When we’d finished, he apologized, and again told me how badly he felt to be working. This time I asked what was wrong. And he told me.

After I’d hung up the phone, I walked outside. The sky was gorgeous, the air warm, and a playful breeze ruffled the untrimmed bushes. I looked around and wondered whether instantaneous information technology had done us any favors.

By: kendra!

kendra! — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 00:10:28 +0000

My one dominating thought, among others, because this is a really thoughtful entry, is that I wonder whether Rick’s place in your life at that time was a lifeboat that came rowing past at just the right time…and if maybe had 9/11 never happened, would his place in your life been as critical? I don’t mean less important, I mean as much of a saving grace? Maybe a rhetorical question. I don’t know your guy, but it strikes me that people really do come into our lives at appointed times and sometimes we’re too drunk (literally or figuratively) to notice…or to remember their names the next day.

By: perpstu

perpstu — Thu, 11 Sep 2008 23:18:43 +0000

Fabulous entry. I’m glad you and your friends were all safe and have continued to grow and thrive. Thanks for telling your story!

By: Vince

Vince — Thu, 11 Sep 2008 16:22:03 +0000

Has it been that long? Seem like a lifetime since then has passed.

You’ll always be in my thoughts and prayers.

By: roe

roe — Thu, 11 Sep 2008 14:13:43 +0000

Great entry. I was in Times Square that morning, and watching a gaping hole in the WTC on a small black and white TV, my first panicked thought was that our area was next. To this day, I get antsy when I have to work above the 3rd floor of a building; for years, I’d say, “If I can jump and just break a leg, I’ll be fine.” I wasn’t being morbid.

It’s a journey we’re all getting through. I still can’t quite process when I see armed SWAT walking around lower Manhattan, but I know why they’re there. I can’t say they provide comfort; it’s a reminder of a time where there was complete chaos that I’m still trying to put back in order.

By: Jessica

Jessica — Thu, 11 Sep 2008 13:18:41 +0000

Big hugs. I wasn’t in NYC that day, but I still feel it.

By: Melissa

Melissa — Thu, 11 Sep 2008 13:13:14 +0000

A very nice entry. Thanks for sharing. I live 4 hours from ground zero, but even my life changed that day. A life of fear, that did not exhist previously. A constant need, not desire, to know what is happening in the news 24/7. I can’t even listen to CDs in my car, only NPR. I hope you heal soon. I hope we all heal.