An Everyday Mormon

September 11th has always been a day of deep self-reflection.  I didn’t know anyone involved in the tragedy and I have never even been to New York.  I had barely turned six years old the day it happened.  I can’t remember much of the world before September 11th, 2001.  I’ll never know what it was like to walk into an airport with minimal security.  I will never know what it was like to not have to worry about such things as terrorism and racism abroad or at home. What I remember the most about that day was not the news broadcast or the the headlines but the reactions of the people I knew.  I remember my Mom somberly trying to explain to my sister and I what had happened on our way to school.  I remember every teacher at school seemed to be somewhere else, praying for and thinking about instead the people in New York, Pennsylvania, and Washington.  I knew something bad had happened and could sense something wasn’t right but I was too young to u...