Though I didn't see it with my own eyes, others did: Monsignor Ignace Sadek, an elderly Catholic priest in Brooklyn, rushed down to the waterfront to pray for the dead and dying as the towers burned. When the first tower came down, the vast and choking cloud of ash lumbered across the harbor to the shores of Brooklyn. No one knew what poisons were in that cloud, but that old priest stood there with his hands raised in prayer, and with terrified strangers falling at his feet begging for absolution for their sins. I think about what Msgr. Sadek did a lot those days, doing what he could for people, with no regard for his own safety.
God Bless all those who were there and lent their hand on that horrible day. I sat in the comfort of my bed drinking coffee thousands of miles away and cried as I watched on TV. I have never felt so helpless.
Thank you. (Hope you're feeling better.)