I didn’t know a single one of the nearly 3000 victims personally. The closest I came to understanding the terror of September 11, 2001 was in trying to help students and staff at my school whose loved ones worked in Washington, D.C. that day. The assistant principal came to my door between classes to tell me about the attacks, and shortly afterwards, the towers came crashing down. I allowed student after student into my office to make frantic calls to parents, and when they couldn’t reach a mom or a dad, I reassured them, with more certainty that I felt, that their loved ones were safe. Continue reading Who are They, That We Should Remember?