Rescued

When my teeth bite down I can see the blood
Of a thousand men who have come and gone
Now we grieve 'cause now it's gone
Things were good when we were young
--Von Bondies

Nice blue sky this morning, although not the cobalt hue that colored the heavens on that day. Somber thoughts remain. Where I was. The people I knew. Feelings of helplessness, anger, vindictiveness. I don't suppose these thoughts will, or should, ever completely go away.

For me, however, this is not a time for hand wringing. I am grateful for this day. It plucked me off the path of indifference and placed me on the road to truth. There have been detours, to be sure. But I know where I'm supposed to go.

Fourteen years ago today, I was rescued.