I've worked from home all day today and mindfully avoided the television, internet news articles, as well as printed media. It's not that I want to forget. I remember, I pray, and I sit silent. It's that in 12 years it all still feels so raw. I was not in the city on September 11, 2001 and I am not in the city today - September 11, 2013. But back in 2001 I watched on television helplessly from a couple miles north in my dorm room in Pleasantville, NY.
Nothing was pleasant that day. I feel a very strong connection to New York City. It really is a city where dreams are made. I was born and raised in this city and watching all those images all over again and feeling all those feelings all over again is still hard. My heart goes out to anyone who lost a loved one and everyone who was physically there and survived. The world has truly changed since then.
12 year later, I choose to honor and think of all the heroism that followed this tragic day in history. Everyone who made themselves available to care for their neighbors. The men and women in uniform that rushed from neighboring towns, cities, and states to the World Trade Center site to help any way they could. All of the hugs, the warmth, and the closeness we shared as Americans and New Yorkers.
Let's continue to be the strong, resilient, and loving New Yorkers the world saw 12 years ago, every single day. I still love NY.