My thoughts are turned to the past as we remember September 11, 2001. We were living in Connecticut at the time, in a small town where most of its residents commuted to NYC. We had friends who worked in the World Trade Center. We had friends who worked in the surrounding buildings. We had friends who were supposed to be in meetings on the 89th floor but felt like they should cancel them. We had friends who ran back into buildings to help and friends who we couldn’t find until the end of the day because they were trying to make their way home.
Many did not make it out alive that day but all of our friends and acquaintances did. For me, when I think of the tragedy of 9/11 I can’t help but also think of the miracles that came with it. The protection of many lives and the heroes, both professionals and common citizens, who rose to the occasion and helped those around them.