It was a chilly Tuesday morning, several months back. I was walking alone and snapped a few photos of a makeshift memorial -- hundreds of tiles wired to a fence somewhere in lower Manhattan.
The large, white tile above reads...
Where were you on September 11?
We were here amidst the despair and darkened sky. This was, in a way, a hopeful place. Thousands of people flooded these streets -- coming to give blood, volunteers emerged -- everyday heroes who looked to help any way they could. We thought many would be rescued, brought here & saved. We waited as one. We came to help. This was a hopeful place.