I woke up, heard the news on the radio, then tuned in to the horrific pictures on the TV.

I was horrified, mortified, sad. I ached with empathy for the American people, wishing I could do something, knowing I couldn’t.

On the same day the news hit that one of our leading domestic airlines went into receivership. Hundreds of people lost their jobs and were protesting at the airport. The American Ambassador arrived in Sydney that morning from the USA, but the protesters dropped their placards, quieted their shouting and formed a quietly clapping, respectful human tunnel for his car to proceed through out of the airport. I cried.

People can talk about the reasons this terrible event happened, and they do, but to me, there doesn’t seem an end in sight.

That was the day when I started thinking of things I never thought before. Is it safe to go into the CBD of Sydney or anywhere near the Opera House when there’s a big event on? Is it safe to ride the trains?

I look at people in a different way now too. Not trusting any more. It’s not about IF it will happen, but more about WHEN. There’s no doubt it will. Somewhere. Here.

It’s been a whole sad, different world since.

RIP you innocent people and RIP our innocence.

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