Unity and healing in the aftermath

THE YOUNG MAN was walking along Huntington Avenue in Boston, dressed in baggy shorts, track shoes, a tee shirt, and a baseball cap. It was about eight p.m. the day of the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center in New York and the Pentagon in Washington, D.C. The normally bustling street was deserted. He was carrying a huge, unfurled American flag.

He'd clearly been moved to carry that flag-making a silent statement about his love for his country and fellow citizens. Apparently this was his response to the appalling events of that day.

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