I often think of a man who went to work at the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001.
In my mind, I see him as up early to get his usual breakfast and then, after a quick goodbye to his family, going off to a day that he thought was planned.
One of the last things to be expected was that within a few hours, driven by intense heat and smoke, he would jump from the towers.
Trotsky said, "You may not be interested in war but war is interested in you."
I look at the photo of the man's fall and wonder about his last thoughts. He'd sought to have a normal day. Did he have any idea of the bizarre chain of events that brought him to that window's ledge?
Did he know that, in a far-away country, some evil men were quite interested in bringing him to that ledge?
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