Not Just Another Day
September 11, 2001
On this day when the surreal became the real, I'm thankful
to be alive.
I woke up this morning thinking I was heading for major surgery,
in a fight for my life. At the same time, thousands of my fellow
New Yorkers were reporting to work downtown, thinking it was
just another day at the office. Tonight, I consider myself
the lucky one. I still have hope where others have none; I
go to bed able to hold my partner, where others will never
see theirs again.
My surgery has been postponed indefinitely while my doctor
joins every other in the city attending to victims of the World
Trade Center attack. I pray for those people in far greater
trouble than I, grieve for those lost, and tearfully salute
those noble souls who gave their lives in the service of others.
never think it, but we live on the edge of death at any moment.
As the Japanese say, "One inch ahead and all is
total darkness." All the more reason to breathe deeply
in this moment and give thanks for this precious gift of life.
How quickly it can go.
With my family safe and near, I await word on when my own
battle will resume. When it comes--whenever it comes--I will
be ready. Amid all the tragedy and sorrow, I join with those
who believe in the future, in perseverance, in the goodness
of life on this earth. I share their will to overcome and build
Tomorrow the sun will rise, and it will set. The world will
welcome those newly born, and mourn those who pass.
Each day is a lifetime.
I cherish the chance to live it.