I knew nothing of the terror on that september day till i heard about the prolonged suffering of all those souls who knew that entering those two burning towers would be a catalyst in their lives.
I, who in this moment represent all of those innocent souls who have been forced to remain innocent while our media focuses more on the style of the hour than the suffering of those who have risked their lives for our protection.
Did I know, that the black ashes of those towers were polluting the hearts and lungs of those firefighters and search and rescue men and women.
Did I know?
Because the issue has refused to be discussed.
Imagine if those men and women chose to stand, dumbfounded in the ash covered streets of New York City.
Imagine,  if we let the towers burn and sacrificed thousands of other innocent souls.
I did not imagine until I stood a matter of a feet from were the Towers once fell.
Where those men and women breathed in the black ash on the day they saved so many and slowly killed themselves.
Strength is not shown in the numbers running from the scene but those who run towards the terror.
They are never crazy or suicidal.
They deserve our gratitude,
and our priority.