September 11 is an important day, especially here in New York City.
On my way to a meeting this afternoon, I passed by a firehouse on the Upper West Side.
Outside the station, a quiet little shrine had been set up, with flowers and candles to mark the day. It seemed absolutely fitting and right. I saw passersby pause in front of it, to look at what was there.
For me, among many other things, of course, September 11th is a reminder to feel grateful for every ordinary day, to realize how precious and fragile life can be. It can change; it will change.
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