17 years later it still hurts. I’m still angry. Maybe it’s because I know of many of my friends and family that were there, helping in recovery efforts to find their loved ones, friends and any survivors.
And at the time, I lived 4 houses away from a funeral home and I saw my street and town basically flooded with people walking up to the funeral home to pay their respects to a father-son FDNY duo killed on 9/11 who I had the honor of sharing my hometown with them. The sea of blue, their apparatus they once rode on with the FDNY draped with the purple bunting in the street. I was 15 at the time and remember this all too well.
As much as this day sucks, I saw the best of all New Yorkers. And it felt so good to see how our nation backed us and showed love and support, especially in the sports world after 9/11.
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