An attitude of gratitude, that’s the philosophy I find myself embracing lately. A prime example is when I turned on the TV a week ago Sunday and saw the news accounts of the tragic train accident on the Metro North Railroad . Since the Hudson Line is the line I take in to the city, I identified viscerally. Thinking of the four people killed I found the same haunting thoughts echoing through my mind as had when I’d heard about the workers in the Twin Towers or the students and teachers at Sandy Hook. They left home, thinking it was going to be a day like any other…….but they never came back.
I come back again and again, and I don’ t take it for granted.
My thoughts were with those people this weekend. I was attending a party in Manhattan Friday night, and going back again Sunday morning to meet my friend, CM for our annual museum visit and lunch. Readers of this blog know that normally I’d be kicking up my heels in joy to be traveling to the city twice in one weekend. And I was, although perhaps my kick was a little lower. I wasn’t afraid of traveling that stretch of track so soon after operations resumed. I was just respectful.
And while I waited for the train I took in the beauty of the Hudson. Yes, even in winter:
From the train, I appreciated the soon to be replaced Tappan Zee Bridge, and was grateful for all the times I’ve driven across it safely – especially that time in 1969 when the wind blew my VW into the next lane.
And most of all…..