Me

September 11, 2001. There was no one for me to call. No one could call me. I did not know how to get back home and I was far away from it.

A cold night in the winter of 2002, I was near my home but a man would not let me enter my own door.

Tonight in the storm, there was thunder, lighting and pouring rain. I was drenched in Mother Nature’s cleansing of the earth around me.

All of these moments are connected together. They are the times in my adult life in which I have felt the most alone.

Me.

I made my way home.

I entered my own door.

I came in from the rain.

Still.

Me.