This is the beginning of a new day . . .
The most courageous thing we humans do is to say "hello" to one another. . .
Do unto others . . .
There is unbridled joy in the mystery that is teaching. . .
Great teachers realize that what
to offer . . .
Tuesday, September 11.
We of course turned off the news as soon as 3 year old Jimmy K woke up. I sneak it on when he's in the other
end of the house. I mentioned to Esther (figuring this was safe to talk about), "They said today is the anniversary of the signing of the
Camp David Accord." Jimmy K said, "Tell me what you are talking about." "Oh, just something on the news," I said. Insistently, he
replied, "What? Tell me." "Ok," I said, thinking quickly. "Today is the anniversary of the day some people signed an agreement that said
they weren't going to be mad at each other anymore. And that's called the 'Camp David Accord.'" "Well," says Jimmy, "maybe if there
are two people, then one should not do something that the other person doesn't want him to do, and then everyone would be happy."
Now there's a good idea.
Friday, September 14.
The week wears on. Like you, I have been inundated with emails about displaying the American flag, wearing
red-white-and-blue today, going outside tonight at 7 p.m. to join everyone across America in prayer. I have listened to wise pundits and a
few idiots. I have thought "I'm doing ok," and then find myself crying in my car when I see a truck driving down the road with a flag
attached to its side view mirror. I have felt more feelings of patriotism and more like I'm An American than even I expected. I have
wondered what my parents felt like on December 7, 1941, and December 8th, and 9th, and 10th, and felt sadness that my 85 year old
mom can not remember how she felt. I have shuddered as those visual images are replayed in my mind's eye, often against my conscious
will. I have prayed for the people of New York and DC, and for all of us. I have felt immense sadness for those in New York for whom
the immediacy of this disaster makes it seem to them that what happened on Tuesday happened to New York, when in fact it happened
To Everyone. It was not just New York and DC that were attacked, it was the entire United States. I have been moved by the emails I
have received as Economic History Association Meetings Coordinator from the Republic of Georgia, from Pakistan, from Italy, and from
around Europe, expressing the outrage of our sisters and brothers around the world and whose words remind me that the terrorist acts on
U.S. soil in fact did not happen just to the United States but to the World. And I have been brought back to the mundane and basics of
life, by a 3 year old who simply wants to know why he can't have a cookie right before dinner.