I never thought of myself as a callous person, and yet, I can't deny that there were times when I was just too "busy" to stop and treat certain situations with the importance they deserved. Like on the morning of September 11, 2001, when my mom (who has a tendency to over-worry) called to report that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center.
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