Our community cried when these girls disappeared, cried as we hung flyers, placed flowers and held vigils, every single year, we gathered as they searched and dug and we cried and cried. For them, for their families, for hope that they were alive and in fear that they were not. We were just young teens then. We grew up watching their unaging faces grace the television screens for a decade. We walked passed their secret prison everyday, hung out on the neighboring porches every night, often discussing the missing young girls. They were held in so many prayers for so long, it should really be no surprise that they have been found alive and well, protected by the thousands of guardians we sent to them. But it was a surprise. And as they were reunited with their families, our city came together in a tearful celebration that none of us will ever forget. We gathered in the streets in disbelief, surrounding that familiar house, we hugged and honked and cried and held signs, cheering around the hospital. Then we went home and hugged our children extra tight, sending "thank you's" into the heavens. Thankful for their safe return, for the safety of our families, for our streets being just a little safer without the monsters who imprisoned them, for the heroic neighbor who kicked that door in, and for Amanda's courage in getting out of there when she got that chance. She saved them all. May 6, 2013 is day no citizen of our community will ever forget and I am thankful for Amanda and Gina for reminding me of all of the things I have to be thankful for. Our hope for the safe return of all of the mising children in the world has been renewed.