Allen – During the course of our regular work we sometimes receive messages and accounts literally written by those currently on the “other side”. They want to tell their individual stories for their own reasons whether anyone reads them or not. Perhaps it is cathartic. We have received hundreds of these over the years. To say they are quite varied is a material understatement. Most have never been published. This one has never been published. It is presented here as written in a single session: In first, final, and only draft. Zero editing.
When we first received this one, it immediately reminded me of 9/11. It is shared here for those who may be moved by it, as we were. ~ Allen, Facilitator for April Crawford
Madhava Setty – On September 11, 2001 I was completing my last year of training as an Anesthesiologist at the University of Pennsylvania. That morning I, like many of us, sat transfixed for hours watching the continuous television coverage of the events that were unfolding in New York and Washington D.C. I was scheduled to work the night shift. When I arrived at the hospital most of the doctors and nurses who had worked during the day were still at their posts. The hospital had instituted an emergency plan of operation, expecting a possible mass casualty situation if and when hospitals in the New York City area became overwhelmed.