I almost didn’t write a blog post to appear on 9/11. I thought I should remain silent. Every year on this day I feel so sad for all my fellow New Yorkers who lost loved ones in the World Trade Center. I also feel terrible for the first responders who are sick and suffering. As a diehard New Yorker, I still can’t comprehend what happened to my city.

I remember the hours, days, weeks, months that followed the attacks. Everyone in New York was polite and gracious. People hugged in the streets and blessed you as they passed by. We thanked every policeman and fireman we laid eyes on. People helped each other cross the street, get taxis, carry groceries and cut in lines. I used to get choked up when I saw how nice everyone was to each other. I often thought why couldn’t this kind of peaceful co-existence last forever?

I would say it lasted almost a year. Then things started to go back to the normal state of rudeness and selfishness. When the economy got worse, New Yorkers started to act out. Former peaceful neighborhoods have become battlegrounds. People are losing patience with each other and many more verbal arguments are breaking out.

I worked a little late today and once again had a feeling of despair when I was leaving my office building. I realized it was 11 years later. It’s a terrible feeling when you can’t change a thing. You have no choice but to go with the flow and make the best of it. Then I got a huge surprise. Just when I thought New Yorkers lost their camaraderie forever, I opened the door to my office building and discovered hundreds of people marching on my block, showing support for the striking teachers in Chicago.

I felt very lucky to shoot a video of the march just to show you what I am talking about. I encourage you to watch. All you have to do is click on the arrow in the middle of the picture. When you watch the demonstration, think of New York as the one place on earth where its inhabitants change their attitudes pretty quickly. We can’t turn our back on those who need us the most. It doesn’t matter how near or how far. We are ready to serve.

So from this New Yorker, to all those hurting as I am on this anniversary day, I say, let’s hope for a better tomorrow.