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That can’t be good.
I took this picture in the graveyard at Trinity after walking home from my interview. I think it went well, they gave me the training dates.
I told my story of volunteering. The funny part was, after telling them I’m not a cryer, I almost cried. And I’ve never cried telling my story before, never wanted to. I’ve always felt good telling my story.
It’s not that I didn’t feel good this time, but clearly this time I was feeling something else. Maybe seven years later I’m in touch with a different feeling I never had access to before. I blame Lee Ielpi, one of the founders of the September 11th Families Association. He’s a tear elicitor (in a good way).
I have to send my St. Paul’s friend Jean a thank you note for telling me about this opportunity. I have a good feeling about these people and doing this.
