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We spent the rest of the evening watching television, while I tried to reach my mother. My parents lived in northern Virginia. My father had been hospitalized a week and a half earlier because of sudden and severe haemorrhaging. When the news broke that a plane had crashed into the Pentagon, the Fairfax hospital ordered blood transfusions to be bunkered for eventual victims of the crash. It took me a long time to get through:
My mother had been frantically trying to reach my brother in Boston, who in fact had been scheduled to fly to New York City for a meeting in the World Trade Tower that very morning. My mother's horrified comment, amid all her worries: "This devastation - I've seen all this before!" A German immigrant, like my father, she had grown up in Leipzig and knew first hand what a bombed-out city looked like, though she had been sent to the countryside before the Allied bombs fell (the so-called Kinderlandverschickung).
In retrospect, I believe I was depressed, questioning my reason for being. Two things helped me heal: the very act of painting, and writing Morning Pages (I had discovered Julia Cameron: "The Artist's Way" about 6 months earlier - it has since become my bible).
Over the next few months, I turned over all my deeply held beliefs, rejecting what seemed to me no longer useful in such a world. I began to understand on a gut level that I must embrace the moment, to live fully and with gusto, no longer put off my long-held dreams, but rather make them reality. I began to let go of fears - or, more accurately, I no longer let my fears and insecurities keep me from plunging headlong into realms far beyond my comfort zone. It was time to go forth: I had no time to waste. As strange as it may sound: the events of 9/11 triggered my emotional and artistic growth.
Councilman Scott Jablow
This 5 ft. 3000 lb. steel beam transported from Ground Zero and placed here is something riveting to behold. It’s so peculiar. It’s so intimate. Being in the midst of it, feels spiritual in a mysterious way. This is an actual physical fragment taken from that day, that part of our history representing so much transformation for each of us here in the country and around the world. People who died there on that same site in which this girder comes from and those of us who continue on, we have all been transformed in our own personal and individual ways forever.