The F train starts running again in the afternoon and it is very crowded.
I wonder if there will be another attack, maybe on the subway system.
Under these circumstances, I am nervous about getting on the train and traveling through the tunnels;
but I am nervous about staying here too, so I squeeze into the subway car.
I arrive home around 3 p.m. There are some messages on my answering machine from family
members who are desperately trying to reach me.
I call my sister first because I haven’t talked to her in a while;
she will notify her husband and daughters that I arrived home safely.
I call my daughter again at her school but she’s not there now.
I am surprised by the new recording on her answering machine;
it is addressed specifically to me!
She says that she is going to her grandma’s house and wants me to call
her there; and that she loves me! I love her too!
I reach my brother’s answering machine again so I leave another
message.
For a brief moment, I consider the fact that my work area no longer exists and wonder if I still have a job – but only for a moment. I’m not concerned about that now. I am concerned about the people and I am thankful to be home. I am thankful that I can talk to my family again.
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