For those of us of a certain age, today marks a dividing line. On one side was innocence ... a belief in the perfectibility of the world ... and a youthful hubris toward mortality. On the other side was loss of all of the above and a gnawing ache where carefree optimism once resided. November 22 was our generation's first wake-up call that the world was not an entirely safe and rational place. It was the death of a dream. We will never know if JFK would have been a great president; we can only grieve for what might have been.
Today's youth have already been marked by a similar blow to innocence that rocked their, and all of our, confidence in the safety and security of our world. May this day mark a new beginning.