Maybe living in New York during the 9/11 chaos and murders was a true test of mental endurance even for those of us who didn't lose anyone. It was maybe the only period of time -- about the whole month of September 2001 -- that the people in NYC bonded and took care of one another to the point that even crime took a break.
My second child was merely eight weeks and two days old. I was scared for my life and that of child. It was the scariest period of time of my life. This is by no means the world I want my children to live in.
