Today, six years ago, Edwin and I had just moved to the Netherlands and were busy cleaning our new rental place, when we got a call from my mother in law. We stopped what we were doing and managed to tune in a news station on an old portable TV. In shock we watched as the second tower was hit.
For hours we were perching on moving boxes, frozen to the horrible pictures unfolding live before our eyes. The miracles of modern technology.
I remember noticing what a beautiful blue sky it was in America, while the rain outside our windows seemed much more fitting. We knew that a friend of ours had been visiting his family in New York and was due to fly back to San Francisco, but we couldn't reach him until the next day.
Finally, we managed to tear ourself away. Deeply shocked and horrified what evils people will do to each other in the name of whatever god they choose to abuse, nothing seemed to matter much anymore. Everything seemed unreal and I longed to make a change. Instill humanity, love, and hope. Anything. But here we were, powerless and far away.
That evening we felt desperate, and reckless, and threw all caution to the wind.
Today, six years ago, a big tragedy shook the world.
Today, six years ago, a small, commonplace miracle happened almost unnoticed.
Today, six years ago, our smart, beautiful, sensitive, charming little boy was conceived.
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