This morning, I watched a few retrospectives on September 11. And despite the cynical, jaded part of me that takes a harsh view of so many things (including the absence of any true societal shift in the wake of such an historic event as 9/11), I have to say: it still made me cry. Much to my surprise, as I watched the towers tumble, and the people flee, and the fires burn, I felt the raw emotion. Maybe, in a world filled with 24-hour news and political posturing, there's a place inside of us where real emotion still survives. And maybe the good to come of 9/11 is that it lets us tap into that emotion, then take hope from it. Visit this memorial of the people who died on 09/11.