In 100 words, do I tell you about my sister who worked in 1WTC, but thankfully went in late that day? Or do I tell you about my husband, who I didn't know then. He’s in the FDNY. He lost so many friends that day. Do I talk about trying to find my mother, who was on vacation overseas, before she saw it on TV? Do I talk about the fear my husband and I live with every day, not knowing what he breathed into his lungs, doing 60 days of rescue and recovery on the pile? Words aren't enough.
--from KCB in Progress