I remember that day with an eerie clarity; a gorgeous, sunlit September day. I had an 8:00 a.m. (CST) dentist appointment. As I was reclined in the chair, I heard the radio broadcast and stopped the dentist to ask what was going on. I know this sounds absurd, but the first thing that came to mind was Orson Welles, “War of the Worlds.” I wanted to believe that it was something like that. The only thing I could say was, “We’ll drop bombs on them now.” I knew that was the beginning of a lot of people’s suffering (here and abroad). The world really seemed to stand still that day and although life went on as it always had, there was a kindness in people and a connectiveness, in that we all share mortality. I actually felt that we were all “one nation” that day. It was more disheartening to come home and see the images on the TV, things became tangible. The “missing persons” wall hit me hard because it was so symbolic of the victim’s families hope. I just knew that those people died and felt bad for the families who had no proof of that. I went to work later that day, but not too many people were productive. The attacks were so devastating to me, 900 miles away, so I can only imagine how it was in NYC. Let’s hope that we can all find a way to coexist more humanely.