Stride

I am going to the airport today, to drop off others who will set onto the tiled floor of LAX and into the humid air of the Philippines. This stride across the globe will take about one day. It is the 5th anniversary of September 11 and I feel unemotional. Does this reflect lack of love of country, unnappreciation for the lives lost. Or am I just tired. Or am I looking past the television set with the melodramatic reenactments of heroism that took place in NYC and gazing into the world wide web that connects me with the millions of silent cries that no one seems to care about as much. The cries of the homeless, the aids orphans, the impoverished in the slums of every major city around the globe, the neglected kids