On 9/11/01, I was a new resident of New York City, moving there three months earlier and became my home for the next six years.

September 11th was a day of destruction, desperation, and loss. While living in the city, the days and months following, there was an extraordinary amount of kindness, service, and sacrifice from people who became guides to lighten the burden over a long period of time.

This overall experience changed me. If there is one day that has separated my life, into two parts, it was on this monumental inscription twenty one years ago today.

I pray for the many people and families that continue to grieve the loss from that day.