Today’s weather in New York is nearly a perfect replica of that terrible day 11 years ago. I remember thinking what a beautiful day it was: sunny, clear sky, a perfect early fall day.
Then, suddenly, it was all horribly, horribly wrong.
A few days after the attack, a friend of my brother’s was downtown delivering food to the homeless.
One homeless man insisted on giving him a quarter for The Red Cross to help other people.
I love that story. No matter how bleak things look, there can always be a bit of hope. I try to remember that. I hope you will too.
That story is one lit candle, Jodi: small, but warming. Thanks.