A shaky voice came over the loud speaker in the library at the Georgia State College of Law. I was studying between classes in a quiet corner of the library. The voice jarred me, not only because it broke the silence, but because of its tone. I could tell that something big was happening even though the announcement was vague. “Attention all faculty and students: All classes are canceled for the remainder of the day. We ask that you immediately vacate the building.” As I walked onto the street, I saw that the streets were flooded with cars. The sidewalks were also full of people who looked confused, many on their cellphones. It was not too long after that I received a call from my wife, “the World Trade Center is gone.” she said. Having no context for this, I asked her to repeat herself. She repeated the statement. How? What happened? She was just as confused it seemed, but suggested some kind of terrorist attack. As I drove home in the bumper to bumper traffic, I thought of my wife and the family we were trying to start. Little did I know that we would be bringing new life into the world in 8 1/2 months from that day. The reality of 9/11 sunk in over the next several weeks and months. This was a different world, everything had changed. I had new perspective on the value of life and the gift that each day was. And, as I felt my unborn son in my wife’s belly for the first time, I vowed to raise him to understand this gift.