In the wake of Osama bin Laden's death, I remember with pride and celebrate those who acted with bravery and heroism searching for victims and their remains following the events of Sept. 11, 2001.
Like most people, I'll never forget where I was on 9/11. When I realized America had been attacked, my first thought was for my wife, Robin. At that time, she was working in a high-rise building across the street from the Sears Tower in Chicago, a potential target. I was pleading with her to come home when an announcement came over her company's P.A. system directing employees to leave.
Everyone was fleeing downtown Chicago — even people who lived there. I remember what a beautiful day it was, as I walked our dogs the few blocks to the train station to greet her. When we arrived home, we sat and watched TV, horrified and numb. Tears streamed from our eyes. One of our dogs, Lucy, jumped on the sofa and began to whimper. She'd never done that before, and has not done it since.