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Will New York City ever recover?

oh I remember the day…

I wanted to write about Europeans and locals and the up n ups in Manhattan all descending on Grand Central Station as the World turned post World War II and my old friends published their books and novels…

today is 9-11-2025.

and I am remembering how I prayed the Christ’s miraculous provision prayer a few days before the jets crashed into the Twin Towers and we watched from the family room in Seminole for hours.

I was in shock.

was this my fault?

now I understand about how God dovetails things and if there was a quiet exultation about old NYC and those people who hurt me and held me down getting their asses ripped inside my terror I didnt need to worry about it. I grieved for personally connected people who perished. I cried. My father, an Englishmanm said it was no big deal. My ex-husband, a Canadian, if called upon, would have called it social engineering. I was caught inside an interior sick thrall through this until 9-11-2021, when the 3 democratic presidents traveled to Ground Zero with their wives and I felt some closure with the terror, panic, and rage.

20 years. Now it’s 24 years and I’m st

still scared to breath when I think of going anywhere the new Manhattan. I was scared to go anywhere near the old Manhattan but for a trip with Alex and a few government officials from Lebanon–work-related; in 1996 just before we moved south from the DC area to Tampa Bay.

these are my feelings.

I was the “English little girl” in the DC are who spoke B&W race matters and took this to sunny Florida where things were different. I became pro-life instead. Now I am Abigail Hill, a pro-Life advocate. And collecting myself of a long sorry walk as a Spearhead in MH World. But at heart I am trembling in agony over the disaster in September of 2021.

we’ve had the pandemic since 2020, like a wet blanket to make us forget.

now we have Pope Leo and Donald Trump.

I haven’t really been following the news as I can’t work the remote control for this t.v. But the last impression I took of Trump was a good one. A man who I could unite diverse factions, and Pope Leo unites us with the rest of the world. Finally.

Murky waters

we are divorced now and Alex can handle his own business. We are divorced.