Anniversary…

Reflecting…

9.11.

2001.

Reflecting

I was working at Abraxas (a child rehab facility). During morning wake-up, we were given a heads up… For some reason, the counselors elected me to be the one to break the news to these troubled kids. Looking back, they were right. I was younger and even though I was blind to it, I had a strong rapport with them. I couldn’t tell you what I said to these kids, but the counselors were right in having me say what needed said. They watched me speak to them through the office windows. I was terrified. But the moment I had to speak, instinct kicked in. We had so much time to break the news, then we could turn on the TV sets. At this point, the counselors crept from the office with their jaws hanging. We had our own news station which we’d tune into during part of the morning. All morning errands and school were put on hold. Time stood still. We were one. A family. Americans. From this moment forward, we had an underlying kinship that lasted till I left Abraxus.

Later after things had somewhat settled and we were relieved to go about our way. After the hour drive back home. My buddy Eric James and I stumbled out shooting A Tribute to Sanity. He also worked there. So we were both working on no sleep and numb from the mornings events. The following day we shot the bar sequence in the film. It is extremely surreal because there’s a shot of a newspaper reading, ‘Terror Hits Home.’ All too fitting within the film, you’d think we’d printed it exclusively. But it was the real deal, the paper from our little town of Tidioute. Always a reminder of just how horrifying real life often is. As much as we imitate it, in hopes of swallowing its madness. We can never predict what lies around the bend…

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