I readily acknowledge that I am scarred for life by that, but I look for ways to make something positive come out of it.
My photographs are from the opposite direction and not from that day. In fact, after running from the collapsing towers, I didn't see my apartment again until that Sunday, when my father made the trip with me and that's when I grabbed my camera and started snapping.
That message in the dust just summed it up, even in ultra liberal downtown Manhattan.
It brings more clarity to the situation for those of us who were far away to see pictures and hear stories from those who were.
Seeing the scenes on the television news and listening to reporters was horrendous enough, but the real life testimonies like yours and others here are just so heartbreaking.
I hope that more good does come from this dark day in our history then we have already experienced. This nation coming together right after as one voice was the one bright spot in all of the horror.
There is still a giving spirit now, and I pray that it continues. God Bless you!