As living outside NYC and grown up there for some time, it was a moment as if the world grew silent, almost biblical as in silence came across the heavens.  Then a roaring, primal cry of spirit filled me, feeling the truly sudden tragedy of it all.  I cried for all of humanity in that moment. Saying to God, what have we become?

What I remember is not only of the loss of life, but of how for some time after, there were glimmers of humanity, faith, help, and strength here amongst strangers and neighbors. Amidst the anger that stemmed to many from this, some instead saw with eyes open, that we need to change, and be kind to others.  Today I try to live by this, to pass this to my children, and show there is always hope. However, I must admit that today, people have gone back to theirs ways, and have forgotten the memory of what we had.
I shall carry to my best, not only lights of this day and of the souls, but honor all of any kindness, and that will unite us as humans.

For our two sides, good and bad, dark or light side. Or rather the side we present and the side we shield, there just may be a way to co exist as long as harm is not done to thyself or others. We all wear mask at some point.