Re-sending this Chicago Tribune article, "Embrace Life" published, November 2,2001, 2 months after 9/11.

I recently flew to New York for a long weekend with my daughter, who lives and
works there. Yes I had a few momentary twinges of fear during the first few moments of
takeoff, but I very quickly forgot my anxiety as the flight continued.

It was 10 a.m., and as we flew over Chicago, I viewed our impressive skyline, and
was awed by the imagination and strength that created our dynamic city.
We quickly soared higher, and as the morning's fog burned off, I could see the
vastness of Lake Michigan virtually gleaming.

Soon we flew through and above the fluffiest of marshmallow clouds, until a purple
and pink coloration suffused the sky outside my window. It was of such surreal beauty
that I involuntarily turned to my reading neighbor, with whom I was unacquainted, and
tapped him on the shoulder, eagerly pointing to the magnificence before our eyes.
I was lucky enough to be flying on a perfectly clear day, and I was transfixed for
almost the entire flight of two-plus hours by the scenes below: tidy farmland and
glittering rivers snaking through the landscape.

As we approached New York, the pilot announced that those on the left side of the
plane would be able to see the Statue of Liberty. Unfortunately I was seated on the right
side, unable to unlock my seatbelt to view this inspiring symbol because we were landing shortly. But we did fly over lower Manhattan, where I could look down into the
still-smoldering and, surprisingly, small area where once stood the World Trade Center.
As we swooped over this heroic city en route to LaGuardia Airport, I was delighted by
the variety of the colossal buildings stacked side by side, each one an individual and
proud statement of industry and creative energy.

My daughter and I spent a glorious fall weekend in Brooklyn and New York, enjoying
the sights and foods and diversity of the people. We watched the skaters at Rockefeller
Center, participated in an improvisational play in SoHo, walked the boardwalk in
Brooklyn's Brighton Beach, and had our choice of every possible kind of restaurant you
could ever want.

Every street, every restaurant, every subway car was bustling with people of Far
Eastern, Middle Eastern, African, Oceanic and European descent, a testament to the
success of this city. Of course there were so many sad reminders of Sept. 11, including
the acrid odor of burning material as we walked the quiet streets surrounding ground
zero, as well as the many flower-filled shrines to the Sept. 11 victims.

Yet I urge anyone who has wanted to get on a plane and go somewhere special to do
so. Let us embrace life rather than fear death.

Sheila Malkind