As we approach the 10th anniversary of the event that changed our nation’s psyche forever, the “9-11 attack,” all of us have memories and recollections of where we were on that fateful day. For me, I was in my office at a local university. Shortly after 8:45 a.m. one of my associates came by my office door and matter-of-factly stated that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. Not sensing the calamity and seriousness that was to follow, we pretty much returned to our desks. It was only minutes later that this same associate came by and stated that a second plane had crashed into the towers. Both of us immediately proceeded to the University Student Center.

Once there, we along with hundreds of students and faculty, sat or stood transfixed as we watched the terrible scene unfolding on television. There was not a sound in the crowd. People were crying and hugging each other, and of course making the inevitable cell phone calls to friends and family.

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