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I attended school at a neighboring parish, Our Lady Help of Christians. My dad, a Chicago fireman was on duty that day. I was five years old, but I remember seeing the devastated building with all the broken glass, and feeling things I had no words for. Later, surviving students were bused to our school to resume some semblance of normal life. I remember standing on the sidewalk in front of HOC, and staring up at the faces in the windows of the bus arriving from OLA. Even then I recognized the shell-shocked, emotional numbness I saw in their faces. I have remembered December 1st with special reverence every
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