Part of my commute to work every day is going through the WTC site to get to the path train. Being a creature of habit, I went that way today when I should have taken an alternate route. I rode the subway next to a couple of people who were on their way to the memorial service .. one had lost a brother, the other a sister. As I listened to each of them tell the story of the loved one they had lost 7 years ago, I stood there biting my lip, taking a lot of effort not to cry for them. To hear how these 2 families were distraught and their lives changed forever just broke my heart. And that is just 2 families ... there are thousands more just like them, going through the very same thing. Then walking down Vesey street, directly beside the site itself, I got goosebumps. Not from a chill of the wind blowing but from the very thought of what was going on in that exact spot 7 years ago. Then I felt angry at everyone around me .... for the fact that there are people in this world that would do something that horrific to each other! Needless to say I am in a very solemn state of mind today.