The remembering of all those that perished in the 9/11 tragedy somehow spawned the idea of courage in my mind. There were people of every creed,race and color whose lives were ended that day. Many of them were the children of relatives who left places all around the world to participate in a dream. They came often with almost nothing but had the courage to leap into the unknown because they wanted a better life for their families. My father was eleven years old when his father decided to leave the known for the unknown.Their journey and early life in this new land were not easy but the courageous decision to come was only the first of many that would follow. The World Trade center in a sense was the ultimate shrine where all of those decisions to come to this great land reminded us again of how wonderful it is to live in a land where we strive to honor the dream of all who come here regardless of their race religion or creed.May we continue to remember those that died, and fully embrace those that come from all over the world to share the dream that never dies.