Every September 11th for the rest of my life, I’ll be reminded both of the depth of evil that humans are capable of and how lucky I am to have the family and friends I have. When it happened I was fortunate enough to have a boss who – even though we were in the middle of a very important meeting people had traveled from all over the state to attend – immediately sent everyone home to “take care of your families.” I was lucky enough to have a good friend who was a child psychologist who coached me through how to talk to my 11 and 13 year-old daughters about the tragedy as I sped home. But most of all I was lucky enough to have two incredible daughters who handled the news better than even the most mature and insightful adults. After I hit all the talking points suggested by my brilliant friend, I asked them what they were feeling. Without a second’s hesitation, the only thing they wanted to know was what they could do to help. I said, “Uh… okay!” We heard about a group who was collecting supplies for the hoped for survivors (we didn’t know at the time there would not be any) and the emergency responders. After a trip to the store we headed to the collection point in a little Ford Escort stuffed with batteries, bottled water and other suggested items. Honestly, my mind was racing and I had no clue what to do – but my young daughters knew the answer was simple: find out what we can do to help and get busy! What amazing girls.
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