9/11

Every year on Sept. 11, I'm like every other American. I think about that awful day. I think about the 2,980 people who died, and I think about the countless lives that were shattered, and I think about the ash and the smoke and the falling man. I make sure to take some time to think about the hopeful things too, the courage displayed, the first responders rushing into danger, the friends and family holding each other tight, the way people came together, the countless heroes like my friend Jason Kander, who volunteered that day to change his life in order to protect Americans. I think about Yankee Stadium after Derek Jeter hit a famous home run just a few weeks later, and how everybody sang "New York, New York," over and over and over, nobody wanting to leave, nobody wanting to break that circle of love and strength.

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