By B.L. Ochman
Sorry, but those people are pissing me off today.
Despite the politics, greed and misinformation that surrounds 9/11, its anniversary is, at the core, a day when loss must be respected and remembered.
I lost several hours of that awful day. My brain apparently just shut off after it counted a few dozen jumpers, saw and heard the horrific sounds of the building burning and then falling, and rushed through the darkness brought on by the hurricane of debris.
I’ve since learned that amnesia caused by trauma has a name: dissociative amnesia.
The memory of the hours between about 10 a.m. and 1:30 p.m. hasn’t come back – except for one detail. And I guess, and, at this point, I hope, that it never will.
What I do remember is all the ways people helped each other and the beautiful ways so many reached out to me.
Because the memory that puts on top is that, given the chance, people are good and they want to do the right thing.
Love to you and yours,