We always remember what we were doing when tragedy strikes. We only hope that we have few such experiences in a lifetime. In November 1963, I was student teaching a 7th grade French class when I was called outside the classroom and told that JFK was assassinated. On September 11, 2001 I was in my cubicle working when the guy next to me called out that a plane had hit one of the Towers. Then we watched silently as yet another plane came into view. This was a joke – this had to be some kind of elaborate joke! This was not real. But reality set in quickly as we all sat in the cafeteria watching hour after hour of news broadcast. Friends from Canada whom I had just met on vacation emailed me expressing sympathy and support. My son’s wedding was set for September 21 – just 10 days later. Transportation became a problem for some. Others, vowing that no one had the right to make them afraid, arranged flights and arrived safely. He will never have a problem remembering his anniversary – just 10 days after 9/11/2001.