I had arrived new to Chicago on September 10, 2001. As September 11 dawned, I was the new Formation director for the Society of the Precious Blood. Two CPPS members had made an appointment for lunch to welcome me to the City. Everything I had was in boxes that had been delivered in the previous days.
It was a little past 8:00 am. I had celebrated Mass, said morning prayer, had a small breakfast and was just about ready to open the first box. My cell phone rang. It was my sister.
“Have You unpacked your Television?”
“No. “
“Well, unpack it and turn it on, I will wait.”
It took a few minutes, and a few technical details, but I got the small TV unpacked and, and placed on a bookcase, and turned it on and set it to the same network my sister was watching.
I told her of what was going on in Chicago, how the high buildings in in the City were being evacuated.
Alone in my new home, I watched the coverage for the next several hours. Close to noon I turned the TV off and headed over to The CTU where I was to meet the other two CPPS members for lunch.
They had not heard of what was going on in New York. And they did not believe me when I told them. When we got to the Restaurant where everyone was watching and everyone was talking about it, then they believed me.
For the next several days I was glued to the television, slowly unpacking boxes, and contemplating what it meant to form priests for a new world.
It was a little past 8:00 am. I had celebrated Mass, said morning prayer, had a small breakfast and was just about ready to open the first box. My cell phone rang. It was my sister.
“Have You unpacked your Television?”
“No. “
“Well, unpack it and turn it on, I will wait.”
It took a few minutes, and a few technical details, but I got the small TV unpacked and, and placed on a bookcase, and turned it on and set it to the same network my sister was watching.
I told her of what was going on in Chicago, how the high buildings in in the City were being evacuated.
Alone in my new home, I watched the coverage for the next several hours. Close to noon I turned the TV off and headed over to The CTU where I was to meet the other two CPPS members for lunch.
They had not heard of what was going on in New York. And they did not believe me when I told them. When we got to the Restaurant where everyone was watching and everyone was talking about it, then they believed me.
For the next several days I was glued to the television, slowly unpacking boxes, and contemplating what it meant to form priests for a new world.
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