I welled up during Governor Pataki's speech. My job for the Governor included handling the World Trade Center Relief Fund's public relations. I took a lot of the calls from out of state volunteering bodies and supplies... calls from children sending their allowance... retirees sending their social security checks... an old lady who cried because all she could send were her prayers... another who was too scared to sleep in the early hours of September 12 and I stayed up with her for three hours until she was calm enough to. If you weren't there... you just couldn't know.
I didn't know people like Helldoggy at the time, but I saw his brethren crawling the pit in the days after. I was a safe distance with the dignataries, he was risking his life. God bless. We were so united in those days, now we are so divided... between those who remember that awful day and want to ensure it never happens again... and those who want to forget, and who think if we just mind our own business we won;t have to worry again.
God bless you Mr. President!