I've already ran across a couple of sites this morning with great links about September 11, 2001

Jay Solo's Verbosity

Dean's World

There are many, many more out there I'm sure.

I remember starting out that morning just like this one. A beautiful September morning listening to a CD on the way to work, not the radio, but knowing as I drove to work something was wrong because of the people flying off the expressway as I approached it. Probably just one more accident.

Arriving to work 15 minutes or so after the first plane hit. Hearing ripples through the building by patients, visitors and staff of what was happening. But continuing to work...because healthcare does not stop despite wanting to stop and weep. Despite going through all the motions of comfort and care with that cold cement block in your stomach. Despite hands trembling in fear of the unknown. Despite wanting to just go to your loved ones and just be.

Yes I grieved for the lost and their remaining loved ones.

Now I grieve for us. I am angry for us.

Maybe we have made mistakes in our anger and grief. If we have I really don't regret it. I think as a nation the steps we've taken we really have no regrets.

We are angry and remorseless, and maybe that scares us and the innocent others of world. It should that is a deadly combination.

The times definitely have changed in two years.