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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.