I watched a lot of 9/11 videos last night.

They told me stories I had forgotten:
The Canadian island that took in all those diverted passenger planes.
The bodegas in lower Manhattan that sheltered fleeing New Yorkers as the first tower fell.
The cameramen who kept filming everything because they knew it was important.
The daycare women who saved all those kids -- even though alot of those kids' parents didn't make it.
The biggest maritime evacuation in maritime history.
The brave manager of the restaurant at the top of the tower on 106 and her heroic but futile attempt to save her crew.
The way people organized themselves to make sure folks from the same neighborhoods made it home in groups, on foot.
The guy who carried that woman in a wheelchair down 68 flights and saved both their lives.
All those first responders running up toward the fire and heat, and the way they surely knew they weren't coming back.
The search and rescue Rottweiler crew.
The kids+teachers on the Pentagon flight.