The Number 50

Finally tonight, some perspective on a different number.

The number 50.

I'm not referring to a stock price or an economic statistic. I'm referring to the number of memorial services for the victims of the September 11 terrorist attacks.

They're now running at a pace of 50 a day. You heard me right: 50 a day, all over the country.

But mostly in small towns and villages in places like Summit, New Jersey, Litchfield, Connecticut, Suffern, New York. The hometowns for a lot of folks who used to commute to a place called the World Trade Center.

Folks who are gone now, being remembered now and being eulogized now. I've been to more than a few myself. They were different people with different backgrounds, different families, different stories but the same grief.

What do you say to eight-year-old twin girls who lost their Dad? Or to a pregnant wife, who suddenly doesn't have her husband? Or to the guy who landed the girl of his dreams only to see her perish at Number Two World Trade Center?

I've seen these people because I've known personally the loved ones they've lost — some, who were guests on this show. I've tried desperately to say something, anything to console these people. But sadly, I can't. But their faces are seared in my memory and their losses part of my psyche. As should their suffering be part of ours.

What they lost, we lost. What they suffered, we suffered. Clearly not even close, but if we can try and stay close, this is when they need us. At the rate of 50 times a day, for many days to come.

It's a staggering number, a staggering loss, a staggering event. And a staggering reminder, that we should never forget what happened that day and what it will mean for all the days to come.

For them and for us.

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