Today at my high school in New England, speakers came in to tell their stories of the events of 9/11. A woman named Dianne came in to speak about her son, William Christopher Hunt. He was murder on 9/11. I’ve not and I will never meet him, but his mother, Dianne, left an impression on me. This man was her son. He was 32 years old working at the south tower. He had thoughts. He had a family, his mother, wife, and daughter. He was an individual. He was real. William Christopher Hunt lived a real life with ambitions and dreams and love. He spoke words. He knew people. I had never considered the attack in that way. If anyone has ever experienced a lose, they can relate to Dianne and William’s family. Imagine if the lost loved one that you may have, was forgotten. Imagine if they were a name on a plate in a city. Don’t let that happen. Remember the people and their names. Remember someone, anyone, from 9/11.

William christopher Hunt is more than just a name. He was an individual who was murdered by terrorists’ hate.

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