14 years ago today, I was walking out of an interview at McCann Erickson London when I first saw the images on the TV screen in the lobby. Then, again repeatedly at every station coming home to South Ealing. Images of the smoke from the buildings. Ending with the collapse of the Towers completely. A desperate phone call to my mother to establish that she wasn’t on any of those flights as she had landed safely in LAX, she, still unaware of how the world had instantly changed.
Today, hold your loved ones a little closer. Spare a thought to those still experiencing the fall out of terror, hatred and violence. Help them everyday by applying care and thought to every action we make, to every relationship we have. And with that comes the hope that these small ripples will spread like smoke as it plumes with the wind.