As 9/11 approaches...

A car rear window shade caught my eye in the little shop next to our hospital cafeteria. "Hello sir, may I help you?" The African American lady who ran the shop looked to be in her late fifties. She greeted me with a warm, friendly smile.
"Oh, no thanks," I replied - as it was really a shade for my front windshield I was after. "I'm just looking."
"Ok. Well, you let me know if you have any questions. And have a blessed day."
I thanked her, hoping she felt my appreciation for waking me from my usual 6am state of morning-zombie into a warmer, more colorful world. I imagined that maybe she had a husband. Maybe three or four children and perhaps even a few grandchildren. I imagined her children all coming to visit her on Thanksgiving day, all pitching in to do the dishes, telling stories and laughing late into the evening.
She turned to finish a previous conversation she had been having with one of the cashiers. "Well, I don't know how you just stand by and let something like that happen. I mean, if we still have the bomb - and I was informed we do - and it was up to me, the Middle East would be nothing but a memory. It'd be nothing but sand."
"That's right, just take the whole damn country out," her cashier chimed in.
"Like Sodom and Gomorrah in the bible," she went on. "You gotta just take out the whole God damn country."
I wasn't sure exactly which country she was referring to. Perhaps she believed the Middle East to be its own soverign nation. Such a nation is probably evil, probably wants to destroy the U.S. and probably has Osama Bin Laden is its president. It was beginning to hurt my sould to think about it any more deeply so I sighed, half closed my eyes and continued to shuffle through the day in zombie mode.

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