So much has happened in the seven years since September 11th, 2001.
A few times each year, I’ll go back and read my own account of the experience I had that day in New York City. I can’t help myself from reliving it. It’s certainly not some morose fascination with death and destruction which leads me to do it. I think it’s more a reminder of something powerful that happened, is out there and still very much a part of me.