Thursday, September 13, 2001

Terror is the name of the day as the whole world witnessed before their eyes the epitome of inhumanity.
I cannot help but see the story in the movie The Peacemaker materialize in real life - an enbittered individual
or group that sees the need to share with the world the anguish and hatred they bear inside them, bordering
on madness. But at the end of the day, it is still the innocent who will suffer the most. I watched with ambivalence
on a trainride home how callous people can be if they themselves do not feel the pain shared by those who have
lost their loved ones in this calamity. One person's tragedy seems little more than another's hot lunchtime topic.
Incidentally, my brother had left for Minneapolis taking a Northwest airline jet on the morning before the hijack, and
we had been unable to contact him when the news of hijacked planes only made the tension unbearable. It was until
early in the morning that finally he called home, his plane forced into an emergency landing in Vancouver as all airspace
in the states were announced impassable. My entire family heaved a sigh of relief, and for a short moment I thought
I could empathize with those whose loved ones hadn't been so lucky.

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