Eighteen years ago. Monday night. I think I was wearing my pink flowered shirt from the GAP. Or maybe it was the blue polo one. Life was so-so to me. My family spent home evening at our adopted grandma’s house. Her sister had been visiting for quite sometime, and they were both giddy because they were flying out to the Midwest the next morning. My adopted grandma’s daughter was to drive them to the airport.

My cousin was planning to see Madonna in concert later in the month. My friend’s birthday was Wednesday. I knew many people who had plans. While the world turned off their lights and went to bed Monday night, not too many knew there others that had very big and beyond terrible plans.

I went to bed naïve. I had no clue people could be as evil as I was soon to discover. I also didn’t know that there would be many heroes who would fight for America and do whatever they could to save innocent lives.