Remember these brave men in the fire house next door to my east village apt
the dust covered people walking home in shock
running to the blood banks to see if our blood type is what they wanted…
stuffing socks in the window corners to keep smoke from entering our apt
the deafening silence but for sirens and engines …
of mobile mortuaries..
and how all of New York City became brothers
and sisters…
helping one another.

Be Patient, Be Still, Be Safe, Boston. (Photo Credit: The Illuminator)

Be Patient, Be Still, Be Safe, Boston.  (Photo Credit:  The Illuminator)

Many emotions run through me as I watch what happens in Boston. Anyone who was in New York during 9/11 is more than likely, having flashbacks.
The fear, the anxiety, the sadness… and the stillness. The stillness of waiting to see who, what, where, and when you can leave your apartment safely. When will this end? When will we not have to worry?

And now Day 2 is upon us. I remember how confusing everything was the day after 9/11…still processing what had happened and where we were going from there as smoke flew by my window from the twin towers. Day 2 was a lot to process and what changed me. All one can do is be patient, be still…and be safe, Boston. Stop watching the news. A brighter day is on the horizon.