As I thought about 9/11 yesterday I though about how Broadway was dark. I don't remember for how long but forat least a couple of days. I remember being glued to the television praying and crying and being uneasy but I also remember all of the heros, selfless people that went into piles of rubble to help find survivors, stories of people helping each other to escape death. I remember all of the rescue workers and fire and policemen who worked countless hours to try and find survivors. I remember in the midst of my shock and sorrow and disbelief thinking how wonderful this country really is, how people from all over the US came to help. I remember the cross that was concidentally formed from some steel beams that had melted together and I remember thinking that I wanted to see a city that rallies around those in need like New Yorkers did that terrible day and for weeks and even months later. I remember thinking that it was sad that this many years out it almost seems at times as if it never happened. I hope that we never forget what took place. Not just the tragedies but the triumphs, miracle of lives rescued, families reunited, people bonded together that might not even have known each other. I remember thinking how much it changed the way I viewed New York City. It was then and always will be a city of ordinary people that have done extraordinary things. In short I for one will never forget.

-- Edited by reniefran at 23:52, 2007-09-13