We can get stuck in routines, you know? So today, I look back and thank the people who helped me get through that day:
Rodney Newby, my boss at Sony, had the wherewithal and presence of mind to send us all home when it had been confirmed this was a terrorist attack. Rodney continues to be a pillar of strength and compassion and innovation. I am so thankful for his friendship.
My husband, Rob. Getting home to him meant everything to me. It still does.
Maryanne Schwartz, our friend from the PA Renaissance Faire, with her sister, Tina Sams, was the first one to call us on our landline. Thank goodness we had one because all cellphone service was dead. Hearing her friendly voice was a soothing balm, and our friendship continues to be a beacon of hope and tenacity.
Then there were more calls from family and friends. My mom. My brother. Rob's family.
My Dad was stuck in Hawaii but we connected days later.
Just knowing we were able to check in with each other and make sure everyone was ok was a blessing that not everyone had that day.
Thinking of everyone who was affected by this tragedy.
We are all in this together and have to look out for each other.