When I moved to New York in 2004, my dad used to always ask me, "Why do you want to be there? Terrorists probably won't strike Maine."
And my answer was always that I loved that city. I loved the people. I loved the vibrancy. I loved the spirit. I loved the triumph.
I still do. And I always will. I carry the legacy of those heroes in my heart, along with my love for New York City and for my husband who was luckily not where he was supposed to be on that day (click here to read more).
Don't forget the sacrifices of the heroes of 9/11.
As you know, I too lived in the city after 9/11. It's my favorite place in the whole world.
The Tiny Heart
These pictures are heart-breaking, yet amazing at the same time. I can't believe it's been 11 years. No forgetting over here. :)
The story about the tools gave me chills! You are absolutely right lady, everything happens for a reason! P.S. I'm jealous you live so close to the city!
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