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by Kevin Coupe

The airwaves have been filled this week with stories about September 11, 2001. Stories about survivors. Stories about victims. Stories about the observances that will take place as the nation marks a decade since the terrorist attacks that changed, to varying degrees, the mindset and emotional makeup of an entire nation.

We all have memories of that time. Mine include going jogging that bright, clear September morning and being stopped by a woman in a car who told me that a plane had hit the World Trade Center, and then being stopped again, further into my run, by another woman in a car who told me about the second plane. I remember all the time I spent in the days that followed, amazed by the emails that I was getting and posting on the website where I worked before MNB; it was a business site, but I remember the messages being almost naked with emotion and compassion and defiance and maybe even a little fear.

I remember the funerals in the town where I live, for the people who were killed in the attacks on New York City. And I remember just a few weeks later, going to London on business and seeing the American Embassy surrounded by armed guards, looking more like a prison than a diplomatic outpost. The world had changed.

Most of us will wrestle with our memories this weekend, still trying to make sense of events a decade after the world changed. For me, I will continue to read and listen to the stories, I will watch some of the coverage, but I must admit that I am more interested in September 12 than September 11. Not out of any disrespect for anyone, especially the people who lost so much ten years ago, but because I’m more interested in resilience and survival than in victimization. I’m more interested in what people do after they’ve been knocked down ... especially if, no matter what has happened, they continue to listen to the better angels of their nature.
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