Growing up, my dad was a fireman. I grew up being scared my daddy wouldn’t come back. But on that day,my dad was supposed to fly to New York City at 8 am PST, and he ran into my bed room to wake all of us kids up. We watched in horror as they showed the first tower falling down. I didn’t get it at the time until the 2nd plane hit and then I was on the floor crying. From that point on I vowed I would do something, and today I learned that Osama Bin Laden had died and I felt joy and shock as those people who died were avenged.