To my friends in New York City

September 22

7:00 p.m.—Ever since September 11, I've wanted to come see you. Maybe it's just to confirm what I know in my heart already—that you are all right. So it's Saturday night, and I'm riding the train down from Boston to be with you, if only for a few hours. To walk in your streets, see your faces, feel the comfort of your presence. And most of all, to pray with you.

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