How can you explain an act that defies explaination? Understand a mind so twisted that somehow all this makes sense? What god, what religion is permitted by human kind to teach that this is justified? So far I have only questions to ponder. The answers have not come. Today, Thursday 5 Apr 2012. 8:30 AM
On 9/12/01 I was a volunteer working at Ground Zero. While taking a break I was sitting up against the iron fence at St Paulís Church. The one thing I will always remember is that there was paper all over, it was everywhere. All I kept thinking to myself was that this is the only thing that survived. So as I sat there I reached my hand behind me through the fence that surrounded the Cemetery that was part of Saint Paulís. I pulled out a hand full of paper work. There were memos, little yellow sticky notes and some petty cash receipts. Then there was a business card it said Jean C. DePalma. At that moment I really felt something come over me. It was almost as if I knew right then and there that she was with God. My life has never been the same since that day. In all the years that have passed I have never forgotten her, I feel as if I knew her. God Bless You Jean.