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Today I shared a deeply personal reflection on two converging realities: the recent tragic loss of Charlie Kirk, and the remembrance of September 11, 2001—now twenty-four years past. I began by acknowledging the heavy weight of this day. Though much is being said about Kirk’s assassination, I chose not to dwell on speculation. Instead, I wanted to take listeners back to my own 9/11 story, a story of fear, near-loss, and unexpected grace. Like many, I remember where I was when the planes struck. I had just returned from a walk, turned on the television, and saw the first tower burning. At first, there was confusion—maybe an accident? But then, before my eyes, the second plane hit. Suddenly, we all knew: America was under attack. That day became even more frightening for me when we learned that my daughter’s boyfriend at the time had an 8:00 a.m. breakfast appointment at the top of the World Trade Center. For hours, we couldn’t reach him. Phones were down, panic was everywhere, and all we could do was pray.