The morning of September 11, 2001, I was in my office a few blocks from the the World Trade Center, and I remember it like it was yesterday. And like the rest of the city and much of the country, I spent the next week glued to the news, praying they’d find survivors, hoping for something good to come out of all that pain. I’m certain I would have remembered seeing this story if it had aired.

(If you’re interested, you can read my account in last year’s 9/11 post.)

Anyway, many years too late, here is a lovely story of some ordinary people doing some extraordinary things.

You can read more about it on The Hill.

Late addition: My friend posted this video account of my neighbors talking about their participation in the 9/11 boatlift!