No day shall erase you from the memory of time. -Virgil
It started like a typical late summer day at work, with the exception of the unusual clarity of the sky and the brilliance of the blue.
I was passing the residents’ lounge in Clara Ford Pavilion where two doctors were intensely absorbing the television report. A plane had been reported to have crashed into the World Trade Center.
Having traveled to LaGuardia the month before, I was trying to remember our flight trajectory during landing and contemplating how an aircraft could have gone so far off course.
We watched in horror as another plane flew into the second tower, making clear this wasn’t a navigational or mechanical failure, but a deliberate act of terror, an intentional act of mass murder.
Our country and the world were forever changed on that day, the day we all became New Yorkers.
This blog is not about the horrific losses felt to this day nor the spinning extremes of subsequent events.
I had not returned to this area of Manhattan until last weekend. My wife and I spent Saturday, ascending the Freedom Tower, viewing the memorial and the 9/11 Memorial & Museum, and walking around the magnificently rebuilt site.
Sobering, humbling, inspiring.
This blog is about the resiliency of our people, the human spirit to overcome even the most profound tragedies, the persistence to create anew out of the ashes. The ability to overcome the insurmountable and carry on. Plainly, toughness.
We have some familiarity with resiliency. In our patients, our employees, our City. And a shining example of the power of this is in Downtown Manhattan.
I have to say that I had never felt at peace with what happened that September day over 16 years ago. Perhaps the discomfort of witnessing this from a far and continuing to have a sense of grief and anger.
But on this cold rainy day in February, my sense of awe and admiration for my fellow man has replaced those negative thoughts, never to be replaced from the memory of time.