Giving blood

September 11, 2001 | 05:21 PM

The blood mobile was scheduled to be on campus today, and when they got here, I don't think they were prepared to handle the number of people who showed up. Hundreds came, and the usual number is 70-something. I was really scared to do it, but there were other scared first-timers there who made me feel better. It was nothing. I'd do it again. There is going to be a service at 7:00 on campus today, and I still don't know if classes will resume tomorrow or not. I hope not. I am not in that studying frame of mind. I can't think about things like that right now. How many hundreds or thousands of people were killed today? This madness is unreal. People on the streets of Pakistan were cheering and passing around candy. "God is good," they say. Does that mean they believe that God enjoys the shedding if innocent blood?

I'm nervous. This is exactly how I felt when Columbine went down. I have this fidgety sadness, and I don't know what to do. I can't even imagine how many people lost fathers and mothers, sisters and best-friends, sons, brothers, daughters, wives and husbands today. But I have to remember that the people who died today are now in a place where nobody can hurt them anymore.

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