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I just got back from NYC this week. It was a lovely week, but I won't lie...it was a difficult one. I haven't cried so regularly in a long time. I went nearby Ground Zero several times. All you could see was rubble everywhere. The cranes kept clearing the debris day and night...the floodlights completely lit the night sky. You could still see smoke rising from the crater. My stomach is knotting up and I'm holding back tears thinking about it now.
I cried driving on the BQE on my way to the Brooklyn Bridge. I couldn't recognize the skyline without the WTC there. I cried at Radio City Music Hall when I saw everyone going on with the show despite everything that's happened. I cried at Rockefeller Center when I saw the tree lit up in red, white and blue.
But despite the fact that I was a mess, one thing was really evident to me. New York is a wonderful city filled with wonderful people. They took the worst that humanity could do and responded with the best acts of all. Although I haven't lived in New York for several years, I am first and foremost a New Yorker--and I have never been more proud in my life to call myself one.
New York is not alone. The whole world stands with you. We will never forget.
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