It was my first day at my new job, a new career. I had just gotten out of school in May 2001. I kissed my wife good-bye saying “time to make the big bucks”. We had been so poor having three kids and trying to get through school that I was completely excited to get out there and make my mark on the world. I am in my pick-up when Peter Jennings comes on the radio saying the WTC has been attacked along with the Pentegon. He sounded so scared. He was continually changing his story because he had no idea what was going on around him. I was in complete shock. I could not fathom what was going on. I live in Montana anyway so we are so sheltered from the world as it is. I stopped my pick-up and just sat there in the parking lot of the hospital where I was to report to work. People were walking in slow motion. People were crying. The radio was so much more gripping than the live shots on TV. I could imagine myself living in the 1950s listening to a baseball game where the images come to life. The last thought to pop into my head before I was one hour late to my first day of work was “What if I was in that building above where the planes hit and I was helpless. What would I do?” I picked up my cell phone and called my wife. I was crying pretty hard by now so she was concerned that I was in trouble. I just told her that I loved her and that I was thinking of her. I hung up the phone and slowly walked into work being in a complete daze all day long. The anniversary of 9/11 helps me put into perspective what is important: Love for ourselves and one another.