Our experiences in N.Y. were far beyond any of my expectations. We had the privilege ( and I do mean privilege) to serve at ground zero.     Our jobs were to serve the firefighters, police, workers, national guard and whoever was working in the "pit".

We were told to go with no expectations.    I will admit, I thought I could give so much.   In fact, the smiles and thankfulness of these people was a ministry they gave to me.   One police officer from the Port Authority came in nightly, always with a big broad smile asking "how you doin".   Never mind the fact that he was the one climbing into the holes finding fellow firefighters.

I got to talk with many people.   They all had stories, some sad, some with happy endings.

In all, I saw a big change in the people of N.Y..    In better times a New Yorker wouldn't have given you the time of day.    People talked to us on the subway, excused themselves if they bumped into you on the street and even helped me get though the subway toll turnstile when I lost my pass.    They are a very changed people.  

Perhaps the highlight of the trip was our day at Lambs theatre, a Nazarene center in mid-Manhattan.  The church offered Christmas gifts to the children of people affected by 911.   Many of the people I talked to had parents or loved ones working at the WTC.   I had the privilege to work upstairs as a counselor.   One young gal I talked to had a divine appointment that day and accepted Jesus as her Lord.

This is a Christmas that has left me changed.

Marian
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The most vivid sight that left an impression on me was coming out of the subway at night.   Seeing the spot lights reflecting off the dark buildings and watching a hazy glow arise from the rubble, you knew you were at the red zone.

When I think of the firefighters and policemen that entered the towers that day knowing that their lives were in jeopardy I can understand the bravery of their companions who risk their health to go into the red zone knowing the air is full of carcinogens.

One of the highlights of my service was the opportunity to share with a Salvation Army employee who lost his family tragically.   I saw a man who had turned his grief around by serving others.   The time spent serving at the Salvation Army center has left a lasting impression on me.   I will never again pass a Salvation Army bell ringer without offering a silent prayer of support and thanks

Paul