Not only was the terrorist attack the most shocking thing to witness as it unfolded on every television channel, but I had just awakened from a brief nap after playing Lamaze coach all night for my wife giving birth to our baby girl. What an emotional roller coaster!
The big news of the day was a horrible tragedy for America, and yet here was this small blessing about to enter into the world — which I imagine was repeating for many other families all over the globe.
Every year since, when we light the candles and sing “Happy Birthday,” we are immediately struck by the fact that it’s also a parallel anniversary of death and destruction. An almost prophetic coincidence was the fact that our daughter’s first and middle names, while pleasant to hear, roughly translate to Bitter and Fire.