09/11/2017
K.I.S.S.
Many in my inner circle understand that the anniversary of 9/11 is one of the hardest days of the year for me bar none.
And some of those not so close seem to have formed a perception in the larger context of things as I wrote a book about the day that changed America, and my life forever. Over the years I’ve been “identified” as a certain-type-of-person because of the people I interviewed in a journalistic piece that became a grinding 24/7, 13-month commitment. It was all self-imposed, so I’m not looking for pity here. It’s just when you feel called, and you’re in the middle of it, you fail to notice the calendar days slipping away one by one. Life stands still.
Flashback to Ground Zero: As I stood in gray ash and soot a few feet gazing at what would later be called Ground Zero near Fulton St in lower Manhattan - I felt the eerie silence of disbelief still heavy on the collective minds and souls of onlookers.
It goes without saying that 9/11 changed my life as I knew it, and has ever since. It’s never been quite the same. I hear a different drum beat and react to a pulse that many ignore. I can’t remember a time in my life when the world as a whole was so divided (which is an ironic way of putting it, right?) It seems on a social, media and political level the last 12 months have been some of the most turbulent and metamorphic ever.
So no matter what side of the political spectrum you set your pin - the fact remains that we share this planet, more importantly, this United States with our neighbors, friends, family and other human beings who are smack dab in the middle of one huge challenge. And that challenge has nothing to do with gender, political leaning, freedom of speech, or race - but about the willingness to return to the soul of humankind. In other words, K.I.S.S.
K.I.S.S. you may ask? Yeah, that uncool, old fashioned acronym for Keep It Simple Stupid. Pardon me, but this applies to today. As we pay tribute to the humans who stepped forward that fateful day to protect and rescue people in need - let us all remember how unencumbered that exercise was. It was devoid of the garbage that is floating around in today’s headlines that only serve to divide and deconstruct.
Rescuing someone from a horrific fire has/had nothing to do with geo-political sh -storms, race, religious viewpoints, gender-issues, poor, rich, middle class, underprivileged, overprivileged, disadvantaged, advantaged, eco-activists, K*K, Neo-Nazi, snowflake, far right, far left, politically correct or incorrect - or bias of any kind for that matter.
9/11 for this author was about how we all were connected on that day. Like a strand of precious pearls. We are all special - yet, none better than the other. So treat one another with respect and care. Like you would your pet as an example. Indeed, some treat their animals with more love than they do humans.
My challenge, my request to you today on 9/11 is to extend friendship where you haven't before. Reach, stretch, dare to step outside your self-perceived boundary. Learn to love and laugh again with a heart that is on fire for human compassion and care. Put aside anger, conflict, suppositions, pride, and carelessness today. Who knows? The person you reach out too might be the one who jumps into a fire and saves you one day. Keep it simple. Just love.