Last year on September 10, I was working in my mess of an office (I pretend it brings me closer to our beloved founder) in Midtown Manhattan. Sometime after 2 p.m., I heard that Charlie Kirk had been shot. I got a few texts about it — disbelief and shock.  

I stopped to pray and encouraged everyone else to do so as well. The moment called for it. And it came so shortly after the Annunciation Catholic School shooting in Minnesota, on August 27, during which two children had been killed: ten-year-old........

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