Imagine that you are fourteen years old. You are at a family gathering with your grandparents. A discussion of the world’s problems starts and your grandparents wave it off. “The problems are so big compared to what we experienced,” they say. “They won’t be solved in our lifetime, so what’s the point of talking about them?” How would that feel?
I recently received a note from Reg Blauvelt ’61. He shared a photo of his meeting with Frank Siller, the brother of one of the firefighters who died helping others when the World Trade Center fell on September 11, 2001. Frank’s brother Stephen was on his way home from work when he heard what was happening, and, because of the blocked off roads he took his heavy gear and ran through the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel for two miles until he reached the South Tower.