9/11 remembered. There is no correct way to grieve.
Sep 7, 2018 · 4 min read
In another time, on another continent, I worked for the Fire Authority. I was proud of my service, but with strangers, I learned to avoid mentioning it. Why? Because if I did, I would inevitably be greeted with a doe-eyed look which implied “wow you are so brave.” I wasn’t of course. I was just a professional. Like thousands of others who work in potentially dangerous occupations, I never woke each morning contemplating the hazards of my job. I thought about the weather, how my team sucked, how I regretted that blistering argument with my girlfriend. My mind was…
