{"id":489,"date":"2009-10-20T14:06:43","date_gmt":"2009-10-20T19:06:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/?p=489"},"modified":"2009-11-10T14:10:42","modified_gmt":"2009-11-10T19:10:42","slug":"strength-courage-hope","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/strength-courage-hope\/","title":{"rendered":"Strength Courage Hope"},"content":{"rendered":"

On Sunday, October 18, 2009, I was drawn to the site of the WTC. My hotel was just a few blocks away and I felt it was important to visit the site and honor all the people who died that tragic day.<\/p>\n

It was a somber experience. The site was so much larger than I had imagined. I felt grief, loss and emptiness. I’m not sure what I was searching for, but I just knew I hadn’t found it yet…so I kept walking…one more block….one more block.<\/p>\n

And then I came to St. Paul’s Chapel and I knew I had found what my heart and soul were seeking. As I walked through the gate, I experienced the feeling of quiet strength, courage and hope in the midst of the greatest loss.<\/p>\n

As I was walking back to my hotel, I passed Firehouse 10. The door was open and two firemen were talking to tourists and selling tshirts and calendars (all proceeds go to charity).<\/p>\n

Someone in the crowd asked if these men had been there on 9 11. Fire Fighter John Morabito<\/a> said he was there, inside the building as it started to come down. He brought out a photo album to share.<\/p>\n

It wasn’t until later, on my trip home, that I read an account of Morabito’s experiences<\/a>. But at that moment, all I knew was…this man is my hero. And for all the people who risked their lives to save others….I hugged him and thanked him.<\/p>\n

At 2:49pm on Sunday, October 18, 2009, I forever fell in love with New York.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

On Sunday, October 18, 2009, I was drawn to the site of the WTC. My hotel was just a few blocks away and I felt it was important to visit the site and honor all the people who died that tragic day.<\/p>\n

It was a somber experience. The site was so much larger than I had imagined. I felt grief, loss and emptiness. I’m not sure what I was searching for, but I just knew I hadn’t found it yet…so I kept walking…one more block….one more block.<\/p>\n

And then I came to St. Paul’s Chapel and I knew I had found what my heart and soul were seeking. As I walked through the gate, I experienced the feeling of quiet strength, courage and hope in the midst of the greatest loss.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[13,9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/489"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=489"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/489\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":493,"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/489\/revisions\/493"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=489"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=489"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.glendathegood.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=489"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}