On the morning of September 11th, around the turn of this century, a classroom full of second graders leaned forward in their seats, straining to hear what it was that the grownups were discussing so seriously, out there in the hall.
That morning, an entire school full of elementary kids were nurtured and protected and loved, with an even more dedicated intensity than before.
Sometimes sorrow can push us hard to work towards joy.
Just sayin'.
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