And then I found this online (I still can't believe the power of youtube somedays). A moment of silence during a Backstreet Boys concert (which I never thought could be possible amidst thousands of screaming girls) for
Danny Lee, our carpenter who was on the first flight into the World Trade Center that fateful day. I was there, on stage, with the rest of the touring family, and I realized then we MUST stop. Remember. Breathe. Pray. Then and for the rest of our lives.