Six years have gone by since the single most terrifying day in my life, and I dare say, Adam's as well. I will never forget the sound of sirens on the Clearview Expressway, heading for Manhattan; the look on Adam's face when I got home and he told me both towers had fallen; or opening our door to our friend Tom, usually sarcastic and wise-cracking, but after having walked the more than 15 miles from midtown Manhattan to Queens, was sober and resigned as he hugged both Adam and me. Perhaps more than anything, I will never forget the black cloud that hovered over Manhattan for weeks, and that could be seen 15 miles away in eastern Queens. I know that people die in this world everyday, but I want to take this moment to remember the innocents who died in New York, Washington and Pennsylvania on that day, and the many heroic rescue workers who died trying to save them.
Never forget.
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