Helping............now that’s a funny word.......helping.  You can help with the groceries, help an elderly person cross a street, help clean up the yard, help clear the dishes. There are a lot of ways to help. On that fateful day people from ordinary walks of life were helping. Carrying a man down flights of stairs who was confined to a wheelchair when the elevators didn’t work; forming human chains and helping one another through the smoke; helping a blind man overcome his fears. There was even a story of a man ( a Christian) who called his brother and told him that he was all right, but he was staying in the building of the WTC because his co-worker, a Jewish man could not make it out of the building. The man’s brother pleaded with him to leave his co-worker behind, but the man declined.  Both men perished in that holocaust.

Helping............sharing your drinking water with your friends on the way down the long narrow staircases to the freedom of the outside. Helping by lending others moisture soaked rags so that they could breath some air, rather than choke on the dust.  Helping those spiritually by giving him confidence and a sense of hope...............HELPING!  No one pushed anyone out of the way. The young gave way to the elderly, Men stepped aside for women.....all were helping in their own way.   A comradery of people each doing their small part in the only way they knew how.

Helping............the bell goes off in firehouses all across the City.  Those who are eating drop their coffee cups and race to put on their uniforms. Those who were asleep are quick to get up and slide down the pole as the doors of the firehouse are opening.  Imagine in your mind the sirens and horns, the anticipation, the excitement. The firemen and police racing to the scene to help: hundreds of men, millions of dollars in equipment, radios blaring, red lights were shining.  The world that these men left in their local precincts and firehouses was never to be seen again by many a man and woman. The world they knew was gone forever. It would only be a vague memory for those who survived.

We all watched in horror at the devastation. We have become media intensive with instant pictures and replay of events, constant conversations and blow-by-blow descriptions from news reports and cameramen. We watched, we cried, we prayed, we were angry, we were sad, we were hurt, we.......all of us, we were in total shock.  In this country.........how could this happen? Those dirty bastards!

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