He watched it happen from a window on the 24th floor, then spent the next decade not knowing what it had done to him. Todd Harrison on the morning, the friend he never got that last drink with, and where the weed came in.
It’s been twenty-five years since first responders showed us what true heroes look like.
25 years. That’s a quarter-century since September the 11th, 2001.
A lot has happened since then; multiple misguided wars, financial bubbles and busts, political polarity, a devolution of social mood, the evolution of managed markets, an abundance of digital coins, artificial intelligence, quantum mechanics and of course, tribalized agendas across the societal spectrum and global landscape.
It hasn’t been easy but at times it’s been rewarding despite or perhaps because of the failures, lessons and disappointments that have littered our journey. The complexities of life across two and a half decades, reduced to a snapshot on this day of reflection.
I’ve learned a few things, most notably my capacity to absorb an immense amount of pain and pressure and emerge altered on the other side. There’s a lesson in that; a hard-won lesson that has sustained me since.
“If I could get through that…” I can surely muscle through other disappointments and setbacks.
They say that experiences define our reality and that’s true, but it’s the perception of those experiences that really moves the needle. What we did. How we reacted. How we changed. And how we incorporated that into our life, and the lives of our children.
I’m not going to say I’ve got it figured out because I don’t. I’m entirely more pleasant on the page than in person, I still struggle to manage my moods, I’m still startled …
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Author: Todd Harrison / High Times
