I remember that moment like it was yesterday. I was in Oklahoma City, helping for the High Holy Days, when my buddy Ovadia, the local Shliach, barged into my room, heading up to his office, because something just happened in New York. My family was in New York, fear was real, phones were down, but within a few hours I knew that my parents and siblings were fine. Yet, I knew that our country was reeling, so many lives taken by Islamic terrorists; it would never be the same. That evening I joined Ovadia at the home of a local Jew, Dr. Joel Corn, to watch the evening news and see what was going on in NY, DC and Pennsylvania. It was hard to fathom this type of evil, barbarity, the same evil that we saw raise its ugly head twenty-two years later on October 7th in Israel. Good people can’t understand evil.