With Labor Day weekend behind us, routines and activities have come back to their normal hum. Fresh school supplies, a cup of joe before dashing out the door for work, listening to the morning news on the car radio. But in a few days, those routines will be interrupted briefly as we’re reminded once more of the awful tragedy of 9-11.
This is my first time writing anything about 9-11. I’ve often struggled with the words to describe the emotions of that dark day. I was not in the path of the falling towers, and I didn’t know anyone personally who died in that terrible disaster, but I vividly remember the confusion and uncertainty in the days and months that followed.
I arrived in New York City during the summer of 1994, eager to start college and even more excited at the prospects of living away from home for the…
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