Yesterday, a man approached me and told me he hadn’t been back to New York City in 25 years. He said something that stayed with me: we are creating something beautiful from tragedy. And that’s exactly what I can’t help but think about…the beauty in what came after. The unity. The togetherness. The way people showed up for one another, and the reminder that 25 years later, we still can. Yesterday was about spending time at a local firehouse, sitting around the table and sharing a meal prepared by the firefighters who welcomed us in. It was about hearing their stories and thanking them for the work they do every single day. It was about spending the day alongside my fellow USA sisters, some of whom traveled from across the country to be here, united by something much bigger than any one of us. There was something incredibly powerful about simply being together. Listening. Sharing stories. Remembering those we lost and honoring the people who ran toward danger when everyone else was tr...