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It is hard to recognize today's date without thinking about where we were and what we were doing in 2001 on 9/11. I was a teacher and was in my class when another teacher burst into the room and said to me, "New York is being bombed!" Besides not having factual news, she had forgotten that my daughter lived in NY. I got someone to cover my class and ran to find out what was happening. After many long moments of high anxiety and inability to get her on the phone, she finally was able to get through to me. It was a poignant conversation. No one on the ground in the city knew what really was happening and communication lines came down quickly. Long story short, she ended up having to hitch hike across the Triborough Bridge to get home. She had a clear view across the East River to the billowing smoke and dust. I went down to be with her the following weekend. She had to go to Pace University to pick up something that weekend. Pace is a stone's throw from the old World Trade Center buildings. I will never forget that image and all the sensory input that went with it. There was a heaviness, a profound sadness in the city and it lasted for a long time. But, as in all tragedies, and with all the horror of what humans are capable of, it also brings out the best in people and really good people shine forth in the darkness. Who would have guessed a short year before those fateful events, when we were going through all that Y2K nonsense, that in a short time we would be facing such a huge and real attack. Our hearts still feel sorrow for the victims, and police and firefighters who gave their lives to try and save others. I have no more to say on this...Go Figure.
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