I was blogging. I read on Michele’s blog that planes had just crashed into the World Trade Center. I found a TV here at the office and it was already on CNN and everyone watched the planes crash into the buildings, over and over and over. And then the buildings collapsed, over and over and over. And I said to myself, Holy Fucking Shit.

Over and over and over. Most of the people at my office are Moslems. I visited one colleague and we were talking, in shocked quiet voices, about the events. I noticed on his wall a calendar from the local Islamic Center. The picture for September 2001 was of the Palestinian boy and father shot to death in crossfire in Israel, remember that picture? And I thought, I’m sorry for them and I’m sorry for the others. Save one life and you save the entire world. And I tried to be kind and I tried to convince others not to hate and to love and be honorable. Sell your certainty and buy bewilderment became my mantra. But I carried a knife for a long time, because hey, you never know.