As September 11, 2001, dawned, I was feeling no need for a protector. Young and energetic, I had moved from San Antonio, Texas, to New York City and was loving the adventure of being on my own.
In the process, I had drifted from my strong Catholic upbringing—not because I stopped believing but because other things seemed more...
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