Monday, September 12, 2011


{Photo by James Nachtwey for TIME, from here.}

Where was I?

Well, I was sleeping.

And for that, I have always felt guilty.

Very, very guilty.

I have always felt like I should have been paying attention.

I should have been fixated on my dorm room's television.

Instead, I was peacefully sleeping. Unaware of what was happening.

I spent the entire weekend watching every single documentary and special on television I could find.

In my mind, it was the least I could do.

Maybe, just maybe, I could make up for sleeping through such a horrendous tragedy.

Every story of bravery, every tale of selflessness---it all means something to each of us.

It reminds us that we are stronger than we think.

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