We Are All One People. This is an essay about how it doesn't matter who you are or what you think you are, that when tragedy happens we are all the same.

We Are All One People It was a beautiful fall day and all was well with the world. I should say it was all well in my world. I soon would find that all was not well with the world as a whole. I work with a large mental health corporation and was in Louisville, Kentucky, September 11, 2001, at a conference. This was a day that we would all remember, but especially me. This was the …

…to us. We were all walking out of the building though I left with one thought in my mind, as well as in my heart? No matter who we are or what we do that in times such as these "we are all but one people". There wasn't anyone in the room that was of any higher stature than anyone else, professionally or naturally we were all on equal ground for that moment of time.