But when it hit, when it came down, it came down hard, and we fell. We buried ourselves with anger and fear, and the instinct to survive. And the real truth is, no one watched, no one saw or wanted to see. Tragedy is invisible. People turn away from it, they run from it if they can. And it is hard knowing that you belong here. That your purpose lies amongst all this pain. But someone has to be there to pick it up, to push back. To put the first piece back together. To put us all back together.