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I still don't know how not to be a wreck

I've just posted a bunch of 9/11 stories for Voices. There's still more than a hundred to go.

This is getting difficult. As I just wrote in an email to a contributor to Voices:

I've been sitting here reading all these submissions to the project and it
just gets harder and harder to get through them. Then I read something as
personal as yours and I know that I have to keep going because I feel this
need to do my small part to make people remember the names and faces and
lives behind the attacks.

It's not just that. So many people who have sent their stories also wrote notes to me saying that they wanted to tell their stories, they needed to get it out, to talk about it.

It's just hard to sit here and read so many in so short a period of time. I can only do ten or so and then I have to stop, maybe watch an episode of The Simpsons, play a game with my kids, something to clear my head.

One of the judges I work with lost her son last night. He was 25. Just finished law school. He died, just like that, from an anueryism. Tragedy happens every single day, to millions of people. I ache for this woman and her family.

I ache for each person who has sent me their story. I cry for every one of you. Some people have written to say that I am placing a larger importance on the death of 3,000 people than of any other person who died on any other day. But I'm not.

I have no idea what I started out to say here or how I was going to tie in the death of Noah to the Voices project. I lost my train of thought. Just please forgive me if it takes a while to get your story up. I promise they will all be there before September 11th, it's just slow going right now. There's only so much I can read in one sitting. But I will not stop for long. Not until all the stories are told that want to be told. Not until I do my part to make sure we never forget not just that day, but the faces and lives and the human aspect of that day. The colors. The smells. The noises. They are all still fresh to some of us.

If you want your voice heard, just write it all down and send it to me. It's the least I can do.

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