AS AN 8-year-old experiencing New York City in 1984, visiting the World Trade Center was an amazing experience. Yesterday, as I was going through some old belongings, I came across this brochure from that trip. I was reminded of the sometimes uncomfortable power of words, but after cringing I started to read the inside of the brochure and it helped me reflect on the loss more deeply.
It helped me think of the people that worked in and around those buildings and their daily lives — not the “9/11” event. What a place it was. An 8-year-old from a small town in California on top of what were once the tallest buildings in the world? For sure, to date it’s the closest I have ever been to heaven. 
