Red-eyed and wondering

I force-fed myself five hours of sleep. I forced myself to turn off the fires and tears for five hours. I forced myself to attempt to dream. It didn’t work. I slept hard and woke up feeling much the same as yesterday.

I almost drowned in guilt yesterday. Guilt that I was so far away, guilt that I was hurting when others were hurting so much more.

Over the past few hours I have recovered from that, because I know that most of my country feels exactly as I do. I’ve spoken to many friends and family members in the last 24 hours. Even the people I wouldn’t expect to feel the effects are feeling them just as strongly.

I’m back on the job. Back to informing people. My next job…sit down with a group of local students who were in New York yesterday and were on their way to the Trade Center when hell came to America.

Terror can’t win. We can’t let it.

Nevertheless…there is a reason it is called terrorism.

We now know exactly what terror is.