i think about the attacks that happened over ten years ago in this city a lot.
it's unavoidable here. the fire station across the street from my apartment has thirteen plaques in memoral for the firemen who lost their lives when the towers fell. last year people left flowers outside of it. dozens of bouquets. i couldn't walk by without getting choked up.
this country and i have a love hate relationship.
religion and i have a love hate relationship. i have never been religious. but there is one very religious man who i hardly stop thinking about.
father mychal judge was a fdny chaplain who was counted as victim number one in the attacks. he went to deliver last rites to the victims of the attack and died when he was struck by falling rubble. there is a section of 31st street, quite close to madison square garden, named after him.
he was well known for accepting people not usually accepted by the church--members of the LGBT community, patients with AIDS, the homeless, addicts, and others.
i know a lot of people say that god is love but i think father mychal really meant it.
i took this when i went with my mom and sister to the 9/11 memorial a few months ago.
sorry for this sort of somber post. i'll be back to my dumb face soon!