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I was looking for inspiration and The Sounds of Peace post reminded me of an untold story from August 2001. It’s been a while since I’ve thought about that day and why it became significant after 9/11, and I never wrote my thoughts until now.

In August 2001, my youngest son was 11 years old and his passion at that time was coin collecting. When I was chatting with a co-worker one day and mentioned this, he suggested I take my son to the Federal Reserve Bank of New York, which offered a tour of the gold vault.

Federal Reserve building

Federal Reserve Bank of New York

It was a great idea! My son loved it. He was mesmerized by the gold bullion on display, largely a relic from an era when gold was used to meet international payments, according to the brochure we were given. Another takeaway was a small bundle of pulverized and compressed notes, equivalent to $1,000. The Federal Reserve Bank made these bundles from the destruction of unfit currency and offered them as souvenirs.

Since we were in the Wall Street area, I thought about taking my son to the World Trade Center, which he’d never seen, but it was a hot day in the city and Liberty Street was noisy and crowded. At that point, we were ready to leave the congested environment and return to the quiet suburbs. I told my son I would bring him back to see the World Trade Center another day. I assumed it would still be there when I returned.

Twin Towers

Needless to say, we never made it back there in time. Like everyone else devastated by the 9/11 attacks, my mind ran in many directions trying to get my head around the horrific devastation. In the midst of this, I remembered my promise to take my son back to see those towers, a promise I could no longer keep. I spoke to the co-worker who had recommended the tour of the gold vault, lamenting about my remorse for not seizing the opportunity to visit the twin towers when I had the chance.  I suppose he wanted to console me and at the same time show me how absurd it was to blame myself for not predicting the future when he said “Two big buildings – where did you think they would go?”

Fast forward years later to when my son was in high school. We had been in Brooklyn and passed through Manhattan on the way home. We were headed uptown and walked by the New York Public Library, and I stopped and looked. At that time, books were my son’s passion and I wanted to show him this incredible landmark. It had already been a long day and we languished under the summer heat. But I remembered 9/11, not just because of the heightened security, and insisted we go in.

Walking through the great halls of the 42nd Street library, we were captivated by the art work, the building’s magnificent architecture and history, and the volumes of literary work that surrounded us.

Most importantly, l learned my lesson. I would never again assume that what is here today will be here tomorrow.

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