“ And here’s something I do remember very, very vividly. It must have been the next day, and we were just learning of the huge sacrifice made by all the firefighters who rushed in when everyone was rushing out. People were showing up at fire stations and just giving them anything—food, flowers, whatever they needed. There was a tremendous sense of grace in the air. People were generous. People found whatever was necessary in themselves to remain as calm as possible. People rethought priorities. All those people downtown had names and faces and they all mattered. Everyone mattered. We suddenly remembered that. Everyone mattered.
— ‘9/11’ a blog post by Maureen Johnson, here (via hermionejg)
