The Savvy Sage of Sewing Stimulation


Before the twin towers, and before the runners crossed the finished line, we knew the pain that a city suffers after an attack like this.  Those days after, when our local paper made a conscious decision to select just a few of the deceased to feature each day and write up an article on each one, were excruciatingly heartbreaking.  Each person not only had family, but had such full lives.  They worked, but they also played and they gave as much as they got back.  Why in heavens name did they have to leave? There were very few among us who weren’t touched by a friend, loved one or family lost that day.

Then the folks who had to dig out the remains. Why did they have to go through this?  For years later, public service ads ran that asked if you needed help or to talk with someone, here’s where to go or who to call.  As volunteers we were instructed to be gentle with the workers we were in contact with – listen to them.  Sometimes the volunteers and their dogs needed a break.  They weren’t successful finding live bodies, so they made up exercises for the dogs where they could go someplace else and search for live bodies.  The dogs were getting discouraged.  The volunteers needed a break too, so they would take their dogs to elementary schools to do a show and tell.

One day a request on the local news went out for shoes for the dogs cause their paws were getting cut up by the debris.  So many shoes showed up that they had to have another announcement not to bring any more.  Out-of-state volunteers who came in to help, when they would go out into the city to eat a meal, couldn’t pay for their meal – it was either comped by the restaurant or by other diners in the restaurant.

It was so hard to let go.  It was hard when to know to let go.  A local church that had survived the initial concussion had become a private meeting place for family members and as information was found, it would be relayed to that church first, then to the public.

Finally an old established local company, who had meant usually something new was coming and was always a welcomed site around town, moved in to take down and clear the space which meant giving up search for anyone else.

Our first responders became living saints.

The families who lost became stalwarts of our town.

What I thought when I saw the towers come down and when I saw the runners cross the line was how long it would take to recover.  Yes, you do, but you will always remember the grandfathers, grandmothers, mothers, fathers, daughters, sons and babies lost.  The volunteers whose lives would change forever from what they saw and had to do.

You remember and hope it never happens again.

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