Today, in our last class meeting, we folded hope.
We folded the hopes of the men and women who came to work at the Alfred P. Murrah Building 17 years ago.
We folded their stolen aspirations and their pilfered dreams.
We folded the idea of freedom: from fear, and from pain.
We folded these things, and they took on the form of a crane.
Our cranes will be sent to the Oklahoma City National Memorial and Museum, stored alongside the cranes of people from all across the nation. There, they will stand as tangible symbols of ours, both of loss and of life.