What I did

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When the towers came down, I lived thousands of miles away. I had no personal connection, no intimate relation to the horrific events.

Yet, I was glued to the television. For hours that turned into days.

Instead of continuing the wringing of my hands as I cried watching the news, I put them to work. Still crying. Still watching the news.

This is what I did:

For myself. For my family. For anyone who wanted one.

It didn't make any difference. Except to me.

I've not looked in this tin since then. Until today.

Maybe I'll make another.

To never forget.