A small perspective on a huge event: The little things that help make sense of this big pain.
So many of you have shared so many wonderful stories that speak volumes of the American spirit.
Like Sally Anne Novak, from Greensburg, Pennsylvania, who tells me of taking her mom out to lunch, just to, as she says, "get away from the television for a while." While at the restaurant, she mentions two policemen eating lunch behind her and of the stranger who quietly picked up their bill.
Of the trader on Wall Street who attached a picture of his buddy, feared dead, on his lapel. "I'm here for him," he says, "even though I'm not really here at all."
Or of those kids with the lemonade stand, raising hundreds of dollars for the relief effort.
Or the Grade School students in New York, who decided to draw flags and hand them out because there were no real flags to be found.
I know. This may be small stuff, but I think it is big stuff — important stuff.
More important than stocks or money or investments or price-earnings or any of that stuff.
A lot of my usual business guests talked about that stuff. Now, a lot of them are gone.
Like David Alger of Alger Management. As warm and funny as he was prescient and just plain smart. A guy who once said of this market, "Neil, it's like life... better things come along."
Or Bill Meehan of Cantor Fitzgerald. Always offering me health advice with a smile and a wink, and one time inquiring, what exactly "are" yodels.
Many others that I talked to, listened to and learned from.
We hope for the best, we fear the worst. It's as if they were just here. Then like that, they were not.
One of life's little, cruel twists that leaves a big, gaping void. And me, still wondering what it all means.
I have no idea.
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