9/11/11: The Dragon Doesn’t Always Win
Ten years ago today, I woke with dread.
No, I hadn’t heard the news. I just hit my head on the top bunk and realized I had no idea what I was going to do for the chapel service I was supposed to lead that morning.
I shrugged on my backpack, hoisted up my thirty-pound-nursing-textbooks (word to the wise: those of you going to Nursing school, prepare to invest in a decent masseuse, physiotherapist, or chiropractor), and hoped my very strong coffee would give me inspiration as I walked the flowering-cherry-tree-lined path from McMillan Hall to Neufeld Science Center.
Other bleary-eyed students joined me, coffee mug in one hand, the other rubbing their eyes. Obviously, none of us were built for 8 am classes.
None of us residents, I should say.
A commuter friend saw me and bounced along the path.
I realized as I got closer she wasn’t smiling. “Did you hear the news?” she puffed out. Read more