September 11 Digital Archive: XML Document
Story:I was in my second day of orientation at Einstein Medical Center as a new-grad emergency room RN. They let us out early, of course, and my husband came to pick me up. Somehow taking the subway seemed too menacing. My recollection is that without having heard a call to do so, we drove to the Red Cross center on Spring Garden Street to donate blood. I really do think we just KNEW that that's what we were supposed to do, somehow. It turned out everyone else knew that, too, and after a lengthy wait, we were told that we would be contacted if our blood was needed later on. I don't remember disappointment or anything like that--I remember how amazing it was to be with all those other people, and the feeling that in a crisis we had all had the same response. That's the power of the Red Cross, isn't it?
Affects:The things that people did in the immediate aftermath, especially in NYC where my attention was riveted, showed once again just how good people can be.
That's always a good thing to be reminded of.
I thought it was ridiculous that people ended up being angry about how the RC used moneys donated after 9/11, as if their money absolutely had to go to helping the victims, whether that was the right place for it or not. It seemed to me that if there was a lesson to take from that day, it's that the Red Cross needs money on hand for the things that haven't happened yet. And maybe it's less, I don't know, glorious for your money to go towards helping people displaced from their homes by an overturned train carrying chemicals, but it's no less necessary.
Red Cross Volunteer:no
Red Cross Employee:no