While I’ve often said I can find humor in anything, there is nothing humorous about what happened eleven years ago today—a time that has been tattooed in the memories of every American. Instead of taking such an egregious event and spinning up a moment of levity, I’d like to reflect on the many American lives changed forever in the span of an hour and forty-five minutes. I am an American and love my country. I love the freedoms I have, the comfort of choice and I will never forget where I was, what I was doing, who I was with and most importantly, the lives lost to such a hideous assault on my country. So in memory of the people on United Flights 93 and 175 and American Flights 11 and 77 along with the countless (and utterly unnecessary) losses from the Twin Towers and on their surrounding grounds, God Bless (yes, God bless) all of you. You are gone, but will never be forgotten.