My Heart Is Heavy
It’s Friday. I should be overjoyed that my work week is over. I should be looking forward to sleeping in the next two days and not having to get up at the crack of dawn to go to the office.
Instead, my heart is heavy. It is heavy from the grief coming out of Paris. As of the most recent headline, at least 120 innocent people are dead. The attacks were not random, they were planned. The people who are responsible for the unnecessary loss of life knew exactly what they were doing.
My office is very near where the Twin Towers once stood. As I was walking back from lunch, I couldn’t but help admire this building of glass and metal. I also can’t help but think of the not only the lives lost 14 years ago, but the innocence that we had then about our world.
I can only hope and pray that whomever is responsible for this heinous act is brought to justice and the full measure of the law is brought upon them.
I am a born and bred New Yorker, but my heart tonight is in Paris.
Paris, je t’aime.
Happy Friday. Enjoy your weekend.