I remember September 11, 2001 in perfect detail, from the clothes I was wearing to the hum of the computer screens in our classroom. It's a scene that I'll be able to recall for the rest of my life, and it will surely be the same for millions of Parisians who'll remember Friday's terrorist attacks that killed at least 129 people. It's almost as if we're all in a club that we didn't ask to join; the worst kind of membership card that we could ever carry. We changed our social media photos to the French flag in support. We posted heartfelt condolences. We desperately searched for ways to try to help in any small way that we could. But the common thread that drives us to behave this way...
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