Never Forget.

I have no idea.No idea if September 11, 2001 was the worst day of my life. Or if it was September 12.Was it the day the Towers were struck by two jumbo jets, the Pentagon attacked by another, and a fourth plane being downed in a field in Shanksville, Pa.?Or was it a day later, when internet service was restored and I found out a good friend and his girlfriend were on United 175? And heard the countless number of stories of near misses and, sadly, direct hits.I have no idea.No idea whether the smell of dry wall, the sound of fighter jets circling at low altitude, or loud, sudden, unpredictable thuds give me the most agita.No idea if, twice a day, I'll catch a look at the digital clock at exactly 9:11. Or 8:46. Or 9:03.No idea if I will spontaneously and automatically start sobbing when my iPod will play U2's "Walk On," Bob Dylan's "Forever Young," or JFK's inaugural speech when its on random shuffle on the drive to work.I have no idea how to re...