Yesterday
I saw things on my TV screen that I never thought
I'd see in America. I saw a plane slicing into one of the towers
of the World Trade Center. I saw terrified people
leaping
from the upper floors of that same tower. (I cannot begin to
imagine the terror that was behind them to make them choose to
jump.) I saw the towers crumble into dust. I felt hollow inside,
as if someone had opened my chest and emptied me out.
Today I heard, and I pray it's true, that a mother
received a cell phone call from her son, who was aboard the plane
that crashed in Pennsylvania. She said he told her that the people
on the plane knew they were going to die, but they weren't going
to be the cause of other deaths. They were going to take back
the plane or die trying. I hope it's true because I want to believe
in heroes, in people who put the lives of others above their
own and who act on their convictions. It's one of the things
that's great about America, and it fills the emptiness inside
of me with hope.
*Bill Crider. His body of work stretches from
Mystery and Western to Horror and
Science
Fiction. From adult mystery to children's fiction. He won the
Anthony Award for "Best First Mystery Novel" in 1986
for TOO LATE TO DIE and in 1989 he co-authored the novel MURDER
UNDER BLUE SKIES with NBC's The Today Show's weatherman Willard
Scott.