So yesterday was the 10th anniversary of one of the worst days in my life. How could this country be so vulnerable? How could it be so hated that someone would want to do this to us? Aren’t we always trying to help others? Isn’t our country always sending food to those less fortunate? Who would want to see this staggering amount of death and destruction? Not of soldiers. Of men and women and children simply going through their normal routines for a normal Monday morning. Except nothing about this day was normal. Nothing.