Today is a day of quiet reflection. Ten years ago, I received a call from my husband moments after the first tower was hit; I knew he was safe. But, then, silence. I will never forget the hours of waiting; of the uncertainty. I didn't know where he was, only that he was unable to leave New York City. I will also never forget the kindness of his co-worker who gave him and seven others a safe place to spend the night and begin to process what was happening. Ten years later, I remain deeply grateful to her for her kindness. She is one of the unnamed and unknown heroes of that day. Her name is Ellen and she remains my 9/11 hero. Thank you.
