Nine years ago I got up for work and turned on the TV. I gazed in horror as I watched airplanes crashing into the Twin Towers. I was 8 months pregnant with my first child. When I found out what had happened, as my eyes filled with tears, I thought to myself "What kind of world am I bringing this child into?" I was scared for the future of my child and for the future of our world. Ironically, my son was born on 11/9/01 (compare that to 9/11/01). I know it seems an odd coincidence, but I kind of take it as a sign...and I like to think that it's a good sign...a sign of a safe and good future for us all. As my son and his brother grow, I will teach them what hatred and intolerance wrought that day, but I will also teach them how the triumph of the human spirit helps us to overcome and grow after such a terrible event.