Can you believe I missed the opportunity to be in this shot?Look at them. They look perfectly normal. Not creepy or crazy AT ALL.
We hit the subway system again. There were no more famous people sightings. Unless you count my sisters who were on the Today show. We got on the wrong train a lot. We were turned around and had to take more subways. We finally made it to the World Trade Center Memorial, waited in a long line to get tickets, waited in a line to get in then found ourselves sobered by the feelings of loss and magnitude.
One World Trade Center
Perhaps you've heard the story about the church by the World Trade Center, St. Paul's. It abuts the World Trade acreage.
Both towers mortally wounded, an hour after being hit, the first tower crumbles. The earth shakes. Unimaginable demolition follows. It took 11 seconds to crumble. The second tower falls shortly afterward. 16 seconds to fall. The aftermath of the towers built by man, like the towers of Babel but not to commune with God but to be like Gods, is an angry storm of debris, raining upon people and buildings. Cars parked blocks away are smashed beyond recognition. Windows shatter around lower Manhattan. The force of the blast uproots all but one tree in the World Trade Center. It has been renamed "The Survivor Tree."
A huge Sycamore tree in the churchyard adjacent from the center has stood for over 100 years, protecting the chapel. It perishes with the others and falls on the old church where George Washington prayed before his inauguration. The tiny cemetery with headstones as old as the 1760's, before the city rose to the heights of today, was undisturbed. The old Sycamore fell on the church like God's own cushion. Not a single window cracked.
As the dust settled, the chapel with the lone spire pointing heavenward stood as a quiet testimony of where to seek comfort. Rescue workers were fed here, slept here, and found restored strength to return to the horrific task of cleaning. There was no more hope of rescue. After the first 27 hours, there were no more survivors found. There was only walking down into the shadow of death.
Yet I can't help but believe, after watching and listening to the survivors of that tragic day, that there are more ways to be rescued than by escaping calamity.