Ten

This morning I was grateful to have Neal’s arms embracing me as I stared out of the bedroom window at the beautiful blue sky. Every moment of that awful morning ten years ago replayed like a movie in my mind. My jauntiness as I stepped from the train. The lovely chat with Andy as we headed up the hill to campus. The low-flying plane that interrupted our chat and annoyed me. The slow, slow parade of emergency vehicles. The fear. The grief as colleagues understood their loss. The sorrow. The smoke rising from the tip of Manhattan where once those mighty buildings had glinted in the sunlight.

And the kindness. And determination. And the grit that makes New Yorkers who we are, Americans who we are.

I honor those lost ten years ago. I honor those struck by fear and sorrow. I honor those who acted with bravery. I honor those who strive to live with kindness, determination, and grit as we go on, trying to understand this world.

 

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