The first part of magic journey was just waiting for bus all by myself. I felt very grown-up and by today's standards I was! I would lock house, put my key on a string around my neck, hide it, and walk two blocks to wait by telephone pole for bus. When public bus came I got on, said "Hello" to driver--who I recognized from lots of trips--paid and sat down. I always sat up front, liking to be near him, just in case I needed help. Then I would read. Usually I had a great book with me, maybe Little House on Prairie or Nancy Drew. Whatever it was, time flew and before I knew it, I was stepping off bus on Main Street.

Eventually new buildings will be built but it is really human capacity to stay uplifted and spirit to do so that is so precious and hard to hold on to in moments of 'terror'.

For me, although I didn't directly lose a loved one or friend, I found myself since Tuesday A.M. grieving and feeling traumatized. New York City has been my city for many years -- I went to college there, I saw my first Broadway show there, I return there often -- almost every week for classes, appointments, eating out, etc. In fact, just last Thursday I was walking down by Canal Street because I had two appointments right near World Trade Center. It was such a beautiful, sunny late summer day. I was feeling so good, healthy and really aware of my good fortune. I would just stand at different corners and look around at stores, trendy restaurants and of course up at skyline. I was so impressed with how clean and how safe it felt to be even in lower Manhattan! It was an Enchanted Moment for me.

How ironic! So my heart goes out to all of us. If we could, we should hug each other, hold hands and feel warm of life that is so precious. The computer hasn't gone that far but we can each come up with some way to help save our spirits!