The stories came flashing back--the Hassidic Jew and the Muslim who helped each other on the street when World Trade Center tower one came crashing down; the widow re-telling the tale of her husband's bravery on flight 93 over western Pennsylvania; the awful sights of bodies falling to their deaths from the burning towers; the chirping of the electronic transmitters on hundreds of firefighters' bodies, buried in the rubble, the morning after the crashing of the towers.
I think of those on the streets I walked just last week in lower Manhattan and the horror of seeing the drama of this terrorist attack unfolding on that fateful day. Viewing this documentary depressed me...but I found myself having to watch. It made me realize how our world has so dramatically changed in the wake of 9/11. We will never be the same.