Thanks Oss for putting into words so well how many of us feel. I am your neighbor to the North in Connecticut, but that day, I think we all felt a bit like New Yorkers.
Since that day, I have taken many trips to NYC; to Ground Zero; to customers in the area, and to sporting events. Everytime, I wonder at the resiliency of that great City, and it's inhabitants. On those days, I even dislike the NY Yankees a little less, and marvel at how something so trivial, such as allegience to a BB team can ever be important.
On that day, and the days shortly thereafter, we were able to focus on base values, and we pulled together. We mourned together, and rejoiced in whatever small triumphs there were.
We can never forget those days, those that we lost, those that were lucky enough to somehow survive, and most of all, all those that labored tirelessly and tried to find survivors and victims.
I also fear that we will somehow forget the debt we owe to those that exposed themselves to hazzardous fumes, dust, and god knows what else. Many of these folks are now finding that there are health issues that prevent them from living their lives normally.
We must not abandon them!
