My first thought went to my friend Donny. Even though he lived in Hell's Kitchen, there was an instant connection and I had to know if he was all right. I couldn't get through. Like so many others that day, frantic phone calls were met with anonymous voices telling me that no connection could be made. Within minutes, I heard from other friends telling me they had spoke to Donny and that he was as okay. As okay as he would be that day.
My next thought went to a friend in Boston. The word came over the air that Boston was the origin of one of the planes. I knew she travelled quite a bit. I was frantic to see her online. She had slept in and was startled by my crazed IMs when she finally appeared on my messenger screen.
My final thoughts were for Madwoman and kf59. I knew they lived in New York. Although we had only known each other as names on a computer screen, there was a cry of comradeship forged in bonds only few would know. It seemed an eternity before they posted.
It is a strange place we live in. This message board world.
Still. It is comforting and familiar at times.
For one day, last September, this tiny world transcended anything that anyone would have thought it capable.
What has happened and what continues beyond these virtual walls is much larger than any of us. Still, that should not prevent us from seeking the familiar comfort of our place here.
If you choose, share what you will. We just ask that you be respectful to each other and respect the day.