17 years ago, I spent my birthday at ground zero, staring at a hole in the earth filled with rubble, just crying.
After enduring a depressing year, I needed a reminder of how blessed I was and how precious life truly is.
Today, I returned to that spot with my husband and kids – not needing any cues.
In them, I am reminded everyday how fortunate I am and how priceless time is.
Today, I just stood with my family beneath the survivor tree relishing in its resilience, survival and rebirth.
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Rantings of a Stoic 