For nearly twenty-five years, Bill Spade carried a message that did not belong to him. It belonged to two boys. Their father had given it to him inside the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001, when neither man knew whether he would survive long enough to see daylight again. John D’Allara did not. Spade did. And that difference turned a brief conversation between two first responders into a promise that would follow him for decades. They had not been lifelong friends. They hadn’t grown up together or shared years of family dinners. They were…
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