Remembering

If you were alive on 9/11/2001 it is hard not to remember: where you were, what you were doing, how you felt. I remember it all, of course, including afterwards, visiting my mother in the city where I was born and going to look at the still smoking ruins. And I remember the unity and, despite the horror and sadness, the hope. A hope for the future and a hope for peace. I still have that hope: peace, for all of us, everywhere.