As I sit here a mere two days before the most awful anniversary in recent history with Curzon on my lap, I am reminded of how lucky I am. Yes, 2001 was the worst year of my life. It was the year my Mom died and I spent the morning of 911 in the vet hospital with Snowflake knowing he wasn't going to make it. But instead of dwelling on the negatives, let's be thankful. Yes, over 3000 people died. But it could've been much worse if not for the heroes that went into those towers that day and got people out. And the Americans on Flight 93 showed those terrorists a thing or two. And I ended up rescuing two of the most precious cats I have ever seen in my life. They gave me hope when there was none. They distracted me from the pain that was swallowing me up long enough to be able to get to a point and place where I could deal with it all. So on this anniversary of national horror, let us not dwell on the negative, let us not live in fear. Let us stand up, remember those who lost their lives, and stand proud to be Americans, regardless of what our politicians do or say. Thank a soldier for volunteering themselves to the protection of our nation. Tomorrow, regardless of whatever happens or doesn't happen, we are still Americans, and together we are stronger than any terrorist, foreign or home-grown. Stand up, and be heard. Let them fear US for once.