Say it today.
There are many things I remember about that September morning. The cool, crisp air. The beautiful blue sky. I had just arrived at work later than I’d intended after dropping my kids off at school and flipped on the radio to listen to my favorite talk show.
Instead, I heard news bulletins that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center.
I remember how minute by minute, hour by hour, the day became a nightmare I wished I could wake from. When I stood in front of a television in the office, watching the towers collapse, I wondered how it could be happening in our country. I knew the world would never be the same.
But in the days that followed, I learned something about humanity that surprised me. It came from the messages that were left by people who had died that day.
Mark Bingham was a passenger on…
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