Never Forget

Amidst the families whose losses were too great, I solemnly remember that I almost shared in their loss seven years ago. On that Eleventh of September, my mother had just gotten off the Path Train under the World Trade Center when the first plane hit. Smelling smoke, she hurried outside confused and distraught only to see the second plane collide. I have always been grateful for my fortune on such a misfortunate day, but I shall never forget what could have been.


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