"There seems to have been an accident," the DJ said "a plane
has crashed into one of the towers in New York City." It seemed like no big deal. 5 minutes later my husband came rushing in.. carrying his weapon and in full battle gear. "I just wanted to tell you I love you" he said then told me what was really happening.
The rest of the day was a blur of activity. Our post had been locked down no cars in or out until they had a plan. The post
was set up with housing on one side, the school on the other
and we all were frantically trying to get their kids.
There were only 3 TV channels and they were all running the horror over and over again. I had to turn it off and put on cartoons
a desperate attempt to preserve my child's innocence while I
tried to make sense of what was happening.
Those of us who had internet opened our homes so others
could send emails. We couldn't get through on the phones.
What I remember most about the rest of that day is wanting to
do something to not feel so helpless.
I began making tea and giving a cup to everyone who came in.
In making those pots of tea, they did exactly what William Gladstone said they would do:
"If you are cold, tea will warm you;
if you are too heated, it will cool you;
if you are depressed, it will cheer you;
if you are excited, it will calm you.”
It was in making those pots of tea that I became a tea priestess.