tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2927763540926685849.post7830233671678133089..comments2023-10-22T10:57:23.219-07:00Comments on Jillian Cantor: In Which I Write SomethingJillian Cantorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743542300208625589noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2927763540926685849.post-18826219849253541502011-01-29T17:38:57.575-08:002011-01-29T17:38:57.575-08:00Jessica, thank you so much for your kind words!Jessica, thank you so much for your kind words!Jillian Cantorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02743542300208625589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2927763540926685849.post-67384778672591403502011-01-29T11:54:55.791-08:002011-01-29T11:54:55.791-08:00Jillian,
That is a scary and touching post. I am...Jillian, <br />That is a scary and touching post. I am so glad that you wrote about your experience. The fact that you state that you have no answers solidifies how I think we all feel about these events. What a heinous, senseless crime. There are just no adequate explanations or justifications. Ever. I admire your courage to talk about this...I witnessed an attempted murder once and it has stuck with me. Years later, it still boggles my mind, and I cry every time I talk about it. The world can just be a cruel and scary place sometimes. Talking about it, though, seems to bring people back together and that is the best that we can hope for!Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06493359469313592497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2927763540926685849.post-29729392094066558362011-01-28T11:35:08.552-08:002011-01-28T11:35:08.552-08:00Thank you for sharing this, Heather. I'm so gl...Thank you for sharing this, Heather. I'm so glad your boyfriend was okay. And I agree, it is so scary, even thinking about it after the fact.Jillian Cantorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02743542300208625589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2927763540926685849.post-91826777936052621772011-01-28T09:42:29.062-08:002011-01-28T09:42:29.062-08:00Jillian, thank you for sharing your experience. Yo...Jillian, thank you for sharing your experience. You did a beautiful job of writing about a heart-breaking, frightening experience. <br /><br />I can relate somewhat with your husband's fear, too. I've never had such a close brush myself, but my boyfriend was on campus the day of the shootings at NIU. I can't remember now if it will be 2 or 3 years this Valentine's day. I was on my way home from work, about 3 in the afternoon when I received his call. He told me he was in a classroom on lockdown and he was fine. It was a good thing he called when he did because soon no one's calls were going through. I was pretty calm when I talked to him. I knew what was happening and I knew he was ok. I broke down an hour later when my mom called me to find out where he was. She had just heard about the shooting from my Nana who had called her to see if my boyfriend was at school that day. <br /><br />Even looking back on it now I tear up. I know he was fine, he was in a different building, but knowing he was so close still sends a shiver of fear through me.HeatherMariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03722313104326986837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2927763540926685849.post-24529772133112807662011-01-27T20:29:35.545-08:002011-01-27T20:29:35.545-08:00Thanks, Marleah!
Melissa, I'm not sure if I&#...Thanks, Marleah!<br /><br />Melissa, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to go back to that bakery (or the shopping center). I'm glad you found meaning in my words. I really honestly wasn't able to write anything until today. And then I forced myself to do it, and now I'm glad I did. But I think part of it was that I felt bad. What gave me the right to write something? I was only a bystander in the loosest sense.Jillian Cantorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02743542300208625589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2927763540926685849.post-60911396228922653672011-01-27T19:38:09.384-08:002011-01-27T19:38:09.384-08:00Quite the contrary... you have much to say, and sa...Quite the contrary... you have much to say, and said it well, Jillian. I was actually in that same bakery over the past weekend and felt that same eerie shiver looking over at the Safeway (I, too, was seated in the glass outdoor enclosure when I had lunch). My friend bought flowers to place at the memorial and suggested we walk across the parking lot. I had not prepared myself for the huge wave of emotion that struck me. It was a feeling I last felt after visiting the wreckage of the twin towers, shortly after 9/11. I think the magnitude of the senselessness, the fact that lives were lost in that very spot, the fact that people were still paying homage, that so many people were/are still hurting ... it all combines into powerful emotion for those watching in the wings. I'm so sorry you have had to go through two similar situations... Thank you, though, for sharing. I believe there is true power in words. Your words are not hollow. They are packed with emotion. And with emotion comes healing...Melissa Crytzer Fryhttp://melissacrytzerfry.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2927763540926685849.post-90943606343329014172011-01-27T19:20:02.449-08:002011-01-27T19:20:02.449-08:00Well said.Well said.Marleah Bladeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04756526207305394261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2927763540926685849.post-25928405006940273932011-01-27T18:08:21.439-08:002011-01-27T18:08:21.439-08:00Amy, That sounds really scary. I'm so glad eve...Amy, That sounds really scary. I'm so glad everything turned out okay for you!Jillian Cantorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02743542300208625589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2927763540926685849.post-12073676072384689172011-01-27T17:38:49.208-08:002011-01-27T17:38:49.208-08:00Jillian,
Very humbling post...wow, you've had ...Jillian,<br />Very humbling post...wow, you've had some scares. I understand how at times a writer may or may not be inspired to write-especially when put on the spot. It would be like telling a comedian "be funny-right this second". <br />In any case, my mind must have been on the same wavelength this afternoon. I had something sort of scary happen, or almost happen. Enough that it shook me, and as the evening progresses it scares me more, how close to disaster something was. <br />I took my toddler to a beach I hadn't been to in ages, and it was a lovely afternoon and all. The waves weren't much of anything, but the incline from the cliffs to the shore was much steeper than I remembered before, it looked like about 30 degrees. So while we played in the water, as the tide sucked out on one wave, one tiny wave, the gravity thing from the incline and the undertow nearly pulled his hand out of mine, and I was nearly knocked down as well. If I hadn't had his hand, he would have been pulled under. As it was, I leaned towards the cliff and we got out, then played in the water that was just foam. I was okay until just the last few hours and I'm getting shaky. It was a private beach, there was no one to have seen what might have happened.<br /><br />Life is scary. You put it much more beautifully than me!Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06982753200241942817noreply@blogger.com