as i thought of this day 10 years ago, i looked through my writings and found this:

“New York City, September 13th, 2001

I can’t quite describe the situation in the city. It’s been more than 48 hours since a group of terrorists attacked our human rights and destroyed our sense of safety and freedom. The streets are populated but people are different. There’s a sense of constant fear and there are questions in everyone’s eyes. The first questions, is the obvious questions: Why? Unfortunately there is no logical answer to this question that will be satisfy an explanation to what just happened. Nevertheless, the questions keeps coming back and repeating itself in our minds. The amount of missing people is ridiculous. The amount of lives that reached an end is absolutely insane. The levels of stress and tension is unbearable. The uncertainty of what will happen is driving us all crazy. We all wonder if anything will be done? If the answer is yes, then we ask ourselves what will be done? When? How? Can we leave this as they are? I suppose not. I’m not sure of how I feel about a viloent retaliation. I am filled with fear and anxiety just thinking about being drapped in this city in the middle of a war; away from my family, away from my dreams.

I am watching the news and the images of the Financial District are those of a Battle camp. It’s tertible. I feel desperate; I feel impotent. They’ve found more body parts than whole people under all the debris. This city will never be the same. For the first time ever, NYC is sleeping!”

i will always remember the morning of september 11th, 2001.



It wasn’t until the third time we went to the movie theater to watch this movie that i started thinking of the negative effects that these types of animations have on our children.

It’s very hard to raise children in a society that builds so much importance into the material things that surround us. Imagine what happens when you give life to some of these things. many parents that saw the movie commented on the “tear-jerking” effect it had on them. The film hit close to home with those parents with close-to-college-aged children. I never thought of if from that perspective. sure, the thought of my 3 year old growing up and leaving home, while I put away his childhood possessions is nerve-wracking but definitely better than the alternative. I get that feeling now, when i go through his clothes and realize that he’s already grown out of things we got 3 months ago.

Nevertheless, the personification of the toys is what had the most impact on me. I understand that the toys and their adventures are the premise to the story. I realize this is a third of a series. and i do appreciate the imagination behind it and the interpretation of a child’s psyche. However, i am still bothered by it. How can i teach my son that losing a toy isn’t the end of the world and that his “buddy” isn’t feeling sad and lost?

How do i explain to him, that yes, we should take care of our things and appreciate what we have, but we should remember that we grow fond of some of these things for the memories they bring. things are NOT like people.

Am i reading too much into this?


This post is in response to my good friend Augusto Pinaud’s last blog entry. He discusses how doing very good work keeps us “in the pile”. It makes us just another guy. My comments:

Such a great point, yet such a hard thing to accomplish. It’s easy, i know, to blame our busy lives for our lack of extraordinary performance. Hiding behing the very good work we do, both in our professional and personal lives, allows us to continue on with the assurance that we are doing very good work.

This discussion reminds me of a conversation we had when we talked about the fear of success. I think this applies. I think that fear in general (for failure or success) is what makes us mediocre, average, and keeps un in the pile.

Making a conscious decision to stop the good work and do something extraordinary raises questions that awaken those fears: for example, will this extraordinary thing i’m going to be extraordinary to me or will be recognized as such by the world? How do we measure what’s extraordinary and what’s very good if it not based on others’ opinion?

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