Another 9/11 anniversary.
I originally wrote this post in 2006 for the 2996 Project. Typically I post it at 9:02 a.m. on September 11. Because this is the tenth anniversary, I am posting it 24 hours early.
In past years, this entry has attracted many wonderful comments and visitors. It has also attracted some comments which detract from the tribute meant with this entry. Some of us only remember Ruth and her family from time to time, but there are those who live with her memory daily. They have suffered more than enough grief by the loss of their loved ones ten years ago today. I will not permit their pain to be exacerbated here. Therefore, for the third successive year, I am operating on an absolute zero tolerance policy for this post. Any offensive comments will be removed by me as quickly as I see them. Posting of such comments may result in your loss of posting privileges on this domain — perhaps immediately — without any further warning. If you are a new poster to this site, your comment will very likely be held for moderation until it is approved. I apologize in advance for this heavy-handed treatment to those of you who would never think of doing such a thing, and hope you understand that this is not in any way directed at you.
Missy has reposted her column from 2006 as well, on her blog with her honoree, David William Nelson.
A tribute in the 2,996 Project
On Tuesday, September 11, 2001, Ruth McCourt, her four year old daughter Juliana and her best friend Paige Farley-Hackel drove to Boston’s Logan International Airport. They were on their way to southern California. They were going to see friends, they were going to spend a few days at Deepak Chopra’s Center for Well-Being where Paige would receive certification in the Debbie Ford Shadow Process and they were going to take “Miss J” to Disneyland.
Because they wanted to use frequent flier miles, they wound up on different airlines. Paige was on American Airlines flight 11, Ruth and Juliana were on United flight 175. They would meet up at the airport in Los Angeles, California, and begin their mini-vacation.
That same morning Ruth’s brother Ron Clifford, who lives in New Jersey, had a meeting scheduled at the Marriott Marquis in Midtown, but it was moved to the Marriott World Trade Center at the last moment. He and Ruth were especially close, she’d even instructed him on which tie to wear for the meeting. It was a beautiful day, his daughter Monica’s 11th birthday, and this meeting was extremely important to his career future.