Martin: A day that belongs to all
Seven years ago today?
No one in my family died. My home wasn’t destroyed. Nothing happened to me.
Others weren’t so lucky.
There was a time I was ashamed to recount my experience on September 11, 2001. I felt I had nothing to share. I was a blessed bystander at the site of astonishing suffering and destruction. All I did was watch, mostly from my bedroom window, looking out at smoke and down on racing pedestrians, from 17 stories above the city. Emotions ranged beyond sadness—especially that first day—to anger, confusion and fear.
I witnessed only some of...
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