Time flies. Ten years ago today I was on a train into
London, getting ready to take the Tube when terrorists blew up three stations
and a bus inside the city. I’d been backpacking through Europe for weeks, had
used those same underground stops frequently, and narrowly missed the
explosions myself. I was actually on the only train allowed through the Chunnel
to Waterloo Station after the bombs went off that day.
Needless to say, I won’t forget that day nor will anyone
else in London. Those tragic events and experiences inspired my first published
short-story “London
Bound,” which I humbly dedicated to those who lost their lives that day. I’m
very thankful for all the goodness that’s come into my life in the last ten
years, and am reminded of how easily life can change in an instant.
However, despite the horrors and atrocities of that July
7th, I prefer to remember how such a tragedy also brought out the
best in people. I will always fondly remember the courageous people of London
who are living proof that even on the darkest of days, people will always stand
up for what is right and good in this world.
