the same, and yet different

It was the same, this morning. The same as last year.

With one glaring exception. Today, wading into the 9/11 anniversary melee outside my office, I wasn't alone. I carry this baby with me, my future child, who makes it all at the same time easier and harder to be here. To sit at my desk and fight the urge of self-preservation to go home and crawl back into bed. To go about my normal routine in a show of solidarity, for our country. To do the right thing, for our children.

To remember. To learn from history. To honor heroes. Ne plus jamais. Never forget.


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