WORKPLACE BULLYING: A 9/11 Story of Healing

9_11_01 WTCFor fifteen years my husband Farrell and I lived within 3 blocks of the WTC.  On Sept 11th I stood on the corner of Warren and West Broadway as the first plane flew over my head and became lost in a fireball.  I ran an excruciating block to find Farrell and the two of us shared what we thought were our last kisses.  We continued watching the Twin Towers helplessly while so many lept to their deaths.  The crowd around us hushed as the next plane appeared ominously in the sky and the world turned upside down.  After months of evacuation the City finally deemed our building safe and we returned to our artist loft — only to be priced out three years later by the “recovery efforts.”  Our neighborhood had become the most expensive and desirable real estate in NYC. But, whatever happended and wherever we would end up, we were thankful to be alive and have the gift of rebuilding our lives.

My Block in Ground Zero, NYIn 2006 I proudly celebrated that I was finally over my 9/11 PTSD.  That same year I accepted a position working for a woman who would make me understand what the term workplace bullying meant. Ironically, I actually started that position on 9/11/2006.  Four years later, 9/11/10, I am finally celebrating my ability to – once again – land on my feet and recover from the horror of that experience.  Hope and resilience are glorious things that I deeply cherish and hope to pass on to others.  You may not always be able to see them…but they are glinting away somewhere at a cloudy distance…and they are definitely worth finding.


3 thoughts on “WORKPLACE BULLYING: A 9/11 Story of Healing

  1. Beverly, this was awesome. A great tribute to the NYC Firefighters and Police, and a glint of hope for all of us who look for hope and healing.


  2. Hope is what keeps us going. Without hope we have tomorrows, which mean very little. Faith, hope, and gratitude for each day, each person, each experience whether good or bad, evil or kind, is what shapes us. These are values that define us. These are the things that show the world from what light we shine. Thank you. My thoughts, my prayers, and gratitude are extended to all those that live with PTSD whether it be from : war, terror, domestic violence, workplace violence or natural desaster. My prayers and thoughts are also extended to those that have been left behind to mourn those lost to death, drowning in anguish, and frozen in fear. For all of you know that no matter your faith there is light.


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