I can still vividly remember the day. I was up earlier than the girls and Ms. Caine. As I do every morning, I turned on the tv to watch the morning news as I cook breakfast. There was a fire in one of the twin towers. I stopped to watch closer. The towers had always been the landmark that I first looked for every time my Mommy took me to New York as a kid, and that I sought out when I went to NYC as an adult. A few years prior my brother and I went to the top of the towers. New York, my Mommy’s home town, and my favorite place on Earth was being attacked. I sat and watched. Then the second plane hit the towers. I couldn’t help but yell, waking everyone up. It still brings tears to my eyes. 18 years later my hope is that we remember what happen. I hope that we have the capacity to understand that hate and mistrust fueled this event, and that we all have the capacity to use hates antithesis to create a better world for our kids.