Restoration

A week after 9/11 it was time to go back to work. I worked on Wall Street only a few blocks away from Ground Zero. I was apprehensive about going back. I was also afraid of anyone who looked foreign. When I boarded the train in Brooklyn it was extremely crowded. I stood holding on to a pole, looking at everyone around me fearfully. I had been riding this train since I was 16. This was not the same trIn from my childhood! The train made a sudden jolt and I went flying. At that moment six pairs of arms of various colors reached out for me and prevented me from tumbling to the floor. It made a postive impression on me that the very people I was looking at fearfully saved me. It restored my faith in my fellow man.

The Boggyman is Back

When I was growing up I believed there was a Boggyman that lived under my bed. It only posed a threat at night. If I had to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom I would jump from my bed to the doorway to avoid the Boggyman grabbing my leg. As an adult, I no longer believed in this Boggyman. But then I noticed that my granddaughter would come running up the stars at night as if something were chasing her! I think that the Bogggyman is back!!!