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  1. LISA NOYES

    Us readers are grateful, too. It’s been a couple of years since I started reading what you’ve been putting out there. And Will, I’ve always felt honoured to be a part of it. This post is heartwrenching, as is your story about 9/11. I know what it feels like to miss things, I know how it feels to be not okay.

    Bah. I wish I could express to you the importance, and the impact you’ve had on my own life. How you’ve penetrated my life with hope. You’ve gotten me interested in things I may have ignored otherwise. I feel brighter and a little smarter after everything I read of yours, and you know, I really appreciate that about you.

    And even though I’m that Canadian girl, living up in an igloo, eating my maple syrup pancakes and watching hockey… I feel closer to America than I ever have.

    Thanks for letting me read.

  2. SAMANTHA

    John Stewart and Ryan Adams are always there to help me cope with hard times, but I never thought of watching them to help with the catharsis of the feelings I have about that day. Since I seem to have a bit of leftover terror- and it doesn’t help that its been a gloomy, rainy week – I’ll go watch them now. And I’ll smile and be hopeful once again.

  3. GOTHAMGIRL

    This dosn’t quite answer the question I e-mailed you, but what ever your answer is I’ll understand it now.

    I remember not understanding what was going on but my teacher turned on the tv and turned to the news. Most of the students weren’t paying attention. When I arrived to my ROTC class everyone was beying noisy as ussuall and the instructor yelled “SHUT THE HELL UP!” being a former marine you can understand how this might matter to him or how he might understand more then we did. I don’t remember how I found out that the towers got hit but I know it was a long time.

    This year I went to McDonalds and me and a freind ate breakfast before class in the parking lot. My freind says, “who died?” I just looked at her and said, “what?” “The flag is at half massed.” she continued. “Who died?” the date suddenly dawned on me and I told her what day it was too. Just like that day people weren’t paying attention, but when they did pay attention they reacted.

    This is a hard day. It’s going to remain hard day for a while and I think that’s a good thing. If we were a society that could over this so easily I’m not sure I would want to be a part of it. For all faults we can at least say we feel fo one another when it counts.

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