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The Tower Angels

September 20, 2018 3 Comments

The Tower Angels

The sun was bright and the sky a perfect blue as I emerged from the shopping court below the World Trade Towers. The plaza opened up in front of me and I started walking between the towers. It was a perfect day.
As I was walking I heard this beautiful music. I looked around but couldn’t see where it was coming from. I continued looking and listening to this divine music, amazed by its splendor. I looked at the faces of people walking by, but they didn’t seem to notice. Yet my heart soared with the angelic sound that encircled me. I kept looking about. Why was no one else looking for the source of this amazing sound? Instead, they moved with determination to their destinations. Why? The sound I was hearing was so extraordinary it brought tears to my eyes.
  
As I scanned the plaza, it occurred to me that the volume of the music hadn’t changed. I turned around and slowly took my purse off my shoulder. I brought it to my ear and heard the angelic sound coming from my bag. It was a tape recorder that had turned on in my purse.
 
As people passed me going in all directions, I realized I was the only one who could hear it. My heart filled again, but this time it was with sadness; no one else could hear the angels.
 
When I remember that day and then think about all the death and trauma that occurred one year later on 9-11-01, I worry that sharing this memory is inappropriate. Yet the thought of that angelic sound that seemed to fill the plaza makes me feel that the angels were there on that awful day to catch those beautiful souls in their arms and escort them to a better place.
 
I realize this is just a vision, my vision, but it brings me comfort. If there is a chance this memory can comfort even one person, then perhaps that is the reason I’ve needed to share it.
 
Do you ever feel compelled to share something without knowing why? And because you can’t know why or control the outcome, you are tempted to quash the gesture?




3 Responses

Laura
Laura

September 21, 2018

Magnificently written! What a beautiful post. Thank you so very much for sharing!

Tulis
Tulis

September 21, 2018

This is a great reminder that often times mixed in with great pain there are nuggets of joy. Sometimes we have to remember to remind ourselves of the joy in a very active way, because the saddest or pain can overwhelm us. Your article speaks not only to the towers but to a way of leading our lives forward with purpose. Thanks.
Sandra
Sandra

September 20, 2018

What a beautiful article! There are a few times I can remember that I felt compelled to share something just because of a feeling I had. I am thankful that on what seemed to be just another regular day, someone must have felt compelled to share something with me, and they did. I still remember that day and feel blessed they did.

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