1000 miles away. That’s where I was. 1000 miles away. It could have been a million miles and I still would have cried, I still would have been scared. Downtown Chicago. September 11, 2001. My 31st birthday. Driving through the Loop. Trying to get home to my family. I needed to get to them so I could protect them. From what?? How could I protect them from the evil that shattered our world? I wasn’t sure. The radio blared the growing tradjety. Every station. No where to get away from the fear. No music playing. So…I cried. The wait to get home was long. When I arrived I hugged my wife, held my kids and I cried. Did you cry too?