Five years after 9/11

Five years ago, my friend Michelle woke me up early one morning. I had been dreaming of grey clouds covering blue skies. Bleary eyed, I watched in confusion as she pointed to her TV.

Black smoke and crumbling towers filled the tiny screen. Over and over again: two mechanical birds crashed into the World Trade Center, fires exploded from the skyscraper windows, then fearful faces looked up.

Over and over again.

I am inspired by all those who continue to work at ground zero. I applaud seekers of truth in this time of loss. I applaud those who reveal the stories of people who have been neglected.

Dylan Yeats sent me one such project about the impact of 9/11 on New York City's Chinatown.