I’m getting ready to travel with the family to NYC. I can’t help but think of “ground zero.”
I remember the twin towers in all of their glory. They were so magnificent. I wonder how many people worked there and created their lives around those buildings. When the towers went down and the buildings destroyed, so were the lives of so many. Going to the place of tragedy ad heartache makes me sad. It’s sacred ground. Has anything good come from such misery? Have any of these people and their families been restored? Have they managed to pull themselves together?
So many of us find ourself at ground zero sometime in our lives. No, not the New York Ground Zero, but the ground zero of total devastation. It’s that place where you get the rug pulled out from beneath you. You may have lost someone you love or have suffered through an illness. Maybe you lost a child or your spouse. It’s your ground zero. It’s that something that you are never really prepared for and it rocks you to your core.
If you are experiencing ground zero in your life, I hope a find peace.