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                   Friday-- 
                  March 29, 2002—Ground 
                  Zero Plus 199
                  
                  "I Can See Everything!"
                    by
                  Cliff McKenzie
                  Editor, New York City Combat Correspondent News 
                   
                         
                  GROUND ZERO, New York City, Mar. 29--Ever wonder if what 
                  you believe is really true?   I do.   And, 
                  I'm always amazed when I find that what I think or what I believe, 
                  turns out to be a fact.  
                         I had such experience yesterday 
                  when I lifted my three-year-old granddaughter up on my shoulders 
                  as we exited the subway.  It was "kid's day," 
                  and my wife took Matt and Sarah to see the new Peter Pan movie, 
                  Return To Never Land.   Part of the journey 
                  included a stop by Toys R Us in Times Square where we rode the 
                  in-store Ferris Wheel and played with Thomas Train.  The 
                  giant toy store has a huge Thomas Train display for kids large 
                  enough to fill an entire room.
                        When the two kids are with us, I let Sarah, the younger, ride 
                  on G-Pa's shoulders.  Matt either skips alongside or holds 
                  my hand or his G-Ma's.   The day before, I had written 
                  about "Riding On The Shoulders Of Vigilance," 
                  extolling the wonderment of being a Sentinel of Vigilance for 
                  a child.
 
                  When the two kids are with us, I let Sarah, the younger, ride 
                  on G-Pa's shoulders.  Matt either skips alongside or holds 
                  my hand or his G-Ma's.   The day before, I had written 
                  about "Riding On The Shoulders Of Vigilance," 
                  extolling the wonderment of being a Sentinel of Vigilance for 
                  a child.
                        As a writer, I sometimes wonder 
                  if I "report" the truth or "manufacture it" 
                  to meet my agenda.   Good writing requires one show 
                  both sides of the coin so readers can make up their minds and 
                  not feel like the writer is jamming his or her opinion down 
                  the reader's mouth.   
                       I had some of those thoughts after 
                  publishing the "Shoulders Of Vigilance" story--would 
                  all children see magic as Matt had?   Would anyone 
                  who let a child ride atop their shoulders be connected to that 
                  child in a unique way--as the lighthouse is to the light that 
                  shines far out to sea?
                       Intuitively, I knew it was true that 
                  letting a child ride up on your shoulders gave that child a 
                  powerful vista on the world, but validating it would be a matter 
                  of readership.  Would people write me and say, "Hey, 
                  Cliff.  I put my child on my shoulders and thought of being 
                  a Sentinel of Vigilance--and by golly, it worked."
                       My verification came when I hoisted 
                  Sarah up on my shoulders.
                       As she settled down, her legs dangling 
                  on my chest, her hands clutching my forehead, she let out this 
                  loud exclamation:  "I can see everything!"
                       It was a squeal of joy.  It was 
                  so loud people around us looked up and smiled.
                       "I can see everything!"
                       I almost stopped in my tracks, but 
                  one cannot stop in the middle of a subway entrance because the 
                  herds of people rushing to their trains will consider you an 
                  obstacle and, regardless of child on shoulders or not, remove 
                  you from their path.  So I crossed the street, the happy 
                  Sarah bouncing and scratching my head as I walked.
                       "Had the three-year-old read yesterday's 
                  web page," I thought.  "Was she set up to say 
                  those words just to reinforce my ego?"
                       I thought a lot of thoughts, and then 
                  began to point out things, reminding myself that I wasn't just 
                  a vehicle for Sarah, but a guide.
                       "See the ivy on the tree, Sarah.  
                  It grows up"
                       "See the shoe on top of the awning?   
                  What do you think, Sarah, is somebody walking around with only 
                  one shoe?"
                       "See the buds on the tree limb?  
                  They are babies.   The tree is the mommy.   
                  The will come to life in just a little while.  Guess what's 
                  in those buds, Sarah?"
                        I caught myself firing off lots 
                  of questions, pointing out countless little things that normally 
                  might be overlooked.
                        Sarah's words:  "I 
                  can see everything!" meant more to me than a thousand replies 
                  from the readers of the website, for her happy, screeching exclamation 
                  was a validation that I was providing her a vista of the world 
                  every child deserves--a view from the Shoulders of Love.
                        I was proud to be her Sentinel 
                  of Vigilance.  Atop my shoulders, she was not just a three-year-old, 
                  she was the Queen of Courage, the Princess of Conviction, the 
                  Amazon of Action.   
                        Earlier, 
                  at Toys R Us, when we took the kids to the giant dinosaur that 
                  towers twenty feet high and roars as its head and eyes move 
                  about, and it's tail swings as though preparing to leap off 
                  its mechanical stand, Sarah blurted out:  "I'm not 
                  afraid, G-Pa!  I'm brave!"
Earlier, 
                  at Toys R Us, when we took the kids to the giant dinosaur that 
                  towers twenty feet high and roars as its head and eyes move 
                  about, and it's tail swings as though preparing to leap off 
                  its mechanical stand, Sarah blurted out:  "I'm not 
                  afraid, G-Pa!  I'm brave!"
                       She then walked up to the dinosaur, 
                  stretched on her tiptoes, and touched the replica of the T-Rex's 
                  foot to show her power over her fear.  A week earlier she 
                  hid behind the displays, cowering, and no amount of coaching 
                  could lure her out so I could get a picture of her by the giant 
                  simulated T-Rex.   
                       Was it the riding on the shoulders, 
                  I thought, that brought about the transformation?  Was 
                  being above the crowd something that strengthened her character, 
                  her resolve to fight Terrorism's Fear, Intimidation and Complacency?
                        I wish I could affirm that to win the battle against Terrorism 
                  it was a simple matter of letting a child ride on the shoulders 
                  of a loved one--but that would be too simplistic.  I can 
                  offer though, that riding high must add to a child's courage, 
                  must give a child a sense of empowerment over Fear, Intimidation 
                  and Complacency.
 
                  I wish I could affirm that to win the battle against Terrorism 
                  it was a simple matter of letting a child ride on the shoulders 
                  of a loved one--but that would be too simplistic.  I can 
                  offer though, that riding high must add to a child's courage, 
                  must give a child a sense of empowerment over Fear, Intimidation 
                  and Complacency.   
                       When a three-year-old exclaims:  
                  "I can see everything," it suggests to me the child 
                  is saying:  "I can do anything...I can overcome any 
                  obstacle, problem, challenge...if I have others to help hoist 
                  me over them...others to coach me...others to point out the 
                  best paths...others to be my spotter in case I fall and right 
                  me so I can face new challenges knowing I am not alone...that 
                  I don't have to walk the world as a child, swallowed in a world 
                  that towers above me...a world full of scary things and countless 
                  shadows dwarfing me!"
                        I felt those feelings yesterday--the 
                  feelings of a man, a father, a grandfather, a Sentinel of Vigilance 
                  who was being validated by his grandchild that caring for what 
                  a child thinks, and showing a child the world from other perspectives, 
                  only adds to the sinew of the child's soul--strengthens it, 
                  prepares it to handle the unexpected, to battle the many Terrorisms 
                  that await the child on life's journey.
                       "I can see everything!"
                       Yes, I thought, yes you can when you 
                  rise above the Terror of blindness, and open the Eyes of Vigilance.
                       If you haven't yet, take the Pledge 
                  of Vigilance.   You can begin by hoisting a child 
                  on your shoulders and asking the child--"What do you see?"
                       Hopefully, the child will respond:  
                  "I see everything!"
                 
                  
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