On 9/11/01, I was on a trip that started the day before in New York City and would end 10 days later in Houston. On that trip, together with nearly 100 total strangers, we would see the best of America, a unanimity of purpose amidst grief, and a sense of coming together the likes of which this generation had not seen.
I feared it wouldn't last. I was right, but I couldn't have guessed how far removed from that feeling we'd actually be five years later.
KO articulates that which I still struggles to express.
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