9/11 hit me real hard - I used to work in New York City, and I often took the PATH train home from that location. In the winter, when it always dark when I went home, and I walked into the WTC from the WFC, I loved to look up at the lights going up into the sky. It is one of my favorite memories of working in New York.
But here's something else I remember. I had just become a Christian in June, yet there was this simmering resentment toward someone living on my block with whom I had trouble getting along, actually their whole family. About the end of September, I was walking over to our neighborhood shopping center, past their house, and I noticed the father of the household outside working on his house. I approached him and told him this, "What happened to us recently is so much important than our fighting with each other. I'm sorry for what I did to you. Let's bury the hatchet." He shook my hand, expressed something similar though I don't remember his words. I'm glad to say that we are on friendly terms to this day. When we adopted Rebecca, Laura, the mother of that household was very happy for us. So this is just a little testimony that some good came out of 9/11. I hope everyone takes time to remember what happened on that day and how it affected them. And to Laura and Manny and your children, the family at the end of my block, thank you for your friendship.
Posted by Joel Fuhrmann at September 10, 2004 10:28 PM