I've been a little off on writing my blogs lately. I guess I lost a little of my creativity. Not much to say. 
 
Without getting political on this page, I have to say it is good to have one less (a------) terrorist in this world to deal with. It's amazing to watch how fast the streets of  New York and Washington got filled with people to celebrate. Social media is changing everything. How about the guy next door to bin Laden's house Tweeting what was going on with not even knowing what he was actually tweeting about.
 
And something else! How did this guy get to be called OBL. Who started that. Initials and single names should be reserved for good people.
 
JFK, Ali, Jordan, Elvis. You know what I mean. He was Osama bin Laden, not a rock star. He was a murderer folks, let's not forget that!
 
I always considered myself a fair man. But back on 911, I discoverd that I became bias myself and did some ethnic profiling. Here is what happened, you be the judge, because to this day, I still feel bad.
 
At the time the second building went down, I called my Mom who lived in North Bergen to see if she was alright. I kept getting her answering machine, but it almost sounded like she tried to pick up the phone and sounded like she was crying. It was wierd what was happening but it just didn't sound right. Worried that she was upset, I decided to drive down there. Business came to a complete standstill, so what the heck.
 
I left Montvale in the late morning. When I got to her house, I kept ringing the door bell and knocking on the window. I kept calling her number but I didn't get a response to any of my attempts to reach her. I was able to look in the front window and it looked like she wasn't even home. Feeling pretty comfortable that she wasn't there, I decided to head back to Montvale. 
 
Well, being lunch time, and even in the worst of times, I decided to stop for a bite to eat. White Castle, what better way to drown yourself in sorrows. So, I orderd my food and sat in my car in the parking lot. This White Castle is in North Bergen on the border of Fairview. I spent many nights as a teenager hanging out at this White Castle with all the other differant people that went to White Castle.
 
So, there I am in my car eating, listening to the news about what was going on that day, thinking about how, on such a beautiful day, the world could change, just like that, in a few hours. 
 
Three young Mid Eastern college students walked up to my car. Apparently they had found their way out of New York and they were trying to get to home. There were two men and a female. They were polite, they seemed dis-sheveled and upset, and they asked me if I could drive them to Hackensack. I said "no", stopped eating, put the car in drive and drove away. Wow. What a shit I am! I didn't help these kids because of their ethnicity.. 
 
I think about this alot. I was mean to three people who had nothing to do with what had occured a few hours earlier. They were just trying to get home. I have three young boys myself who are about their age at the time. I would be awfully pissed to know that some one didn't help my children. 
 
Now, physically I didn't do anything wrong to these kids, but morally, I was wrong. I learned a lesson that day not to judge people on who they appear to be, but on who they are as a human being.
 
Sorry.