It started out like any other day, a bright, beautiful morning. I remember driving to work and noticing how beautiful the day had begun. When I walked into my office, I knew something was wrong, everyone was sitting around the television, phones went unanswered, and no one said a word. I stopped to watch the news and realized why everyone was glued to the screen, an airplane had hit one of the world trade center towers. Thoughts raced thru my head, "this must be an accident", "was the pilot drunk", "how many people had just lost their lives", "how could something like this happen?"
             As I sat there trying to register in my mind the events that had just un-folded, something in the screen caught my eye. "No, it couldn't be!" It was, I watched in terror as a second plane hit the remaining world trade center tower. Now there were no thoughts running thru my head, only tears, grief, and the realization of the unknown. My heart felt as if it had been tied in knots.
             For the next half hour or so we all sat there watching the television, and the horrible scene of flames licking at the sides of the building and smoke billowing out of the towers. Then as if to throw water on a grease fire, we saw the first jumper, then there were more and more. People were jumping to their deaths! We were asking each other why? Why wouldn't they try to survive? Then as if to answer our questions, we watched again in sheer terror as the first tower fell. Huge pieces of fiery metal and debris fell from the heavens. The smoke literally engulfed the entire city. I kept thinking to myself, how could this happen? How could such a calm and beautiful day turn in to such a nightmare?
             As you may have already guessed, this horrid day was September 11, 2001. We have just recently past the anniversary of 9/11. As I went to work that morning, a year after the earth-shattering event, I stopped and observed ...