I flew back to New York yesterday and I fly home to SF tomorrow and tonight I saw Come From Away with Dan who’s in town from my town and although I long for its end, this trip was a lucky one.
Bevan and I saw a matinee performance of Come From Away at the Golden Gate Theater today and I whole-body happy-bawled the entire damn time.
When it was over and we were slow-shuffling our way to the exits, Bevan squeezed my hand and said, “I’ve never seen you cry like that at a show.”
Because I haven’t.
When the Twin Towers fell in 2001, 38 airplanes were diverted to Gander, Newfoundland for several days, stranding nearly 7,000 passengers. Without giving it a second thought the 10,000 inhabitants of that tiny town in Canada turned their lives upside-down to welcome them. They donated blankets and clothing and food, lent out spare rooms and phones and barbecues, and made the darkest of situations a great deal brighter for 7,000 terrified travelers.
And the incredible part is, the story’s true.
I’d braced myself for a musical about 9/11, and while Come From Away sort of is, it’s mostly about strangers showing genuine kindness to strangers.
And that’s worth crying about.