Today marks the fifth anniversary of 9/11/2001. But I will leave it to others to report and opine upon what this day represents. Instead, I offer a little bit of happiness as to what 9/11 means to me. Not 9/11/2001, but 9/11/2002. The day I met my wife. One of the saddest days in human history is, for me, forever intermingled with one of the happiest days of my life. The supremely bitter with the overwhelmingly sweet. Ain’t that the way life goes.

God bless,