Early on the morning of Tuesday, September 11, 2001, I was at the DKY office for a weekly men’s study called Real Faith with a group of friends. I remember it was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the clear blue sky. I remember our lively conversation about what it means to experience a Christian faith, to “walk by faith, not by sight.” I remember laughing, sharing, listening, smiling and pondering deeper things about truth and beauty and meaning. I remember a co-worker arriving and asking if we heard about a plane crash in New York City. I remember his urgency to turn on the TV. I remember more co-workers gathering and us all being riveted to the screen as we watched a second plane crash into the World Trade Center. I remember the sickening feeling in my gut. Followed by raw horror. Then utter helplessness. I remember saying to the staff, “We need to pray.” I remember praying out loud and fumbling for words (since this isn’t a normal thing to do at work). I remember calling my wife. I remember the innate sense that everything, just changed. I remember the feeling of not knowing what I should do at work on a Tuesday morning. I remember not working. And I remember the profound sense of valuing more important things in life than work. On this Friday morning, September 11, 2015, I am thankful for faith, family, friends, the very breath of life, and yes, even work.