On September 11th, 2011, America endured a tragedy unlike any in our nations history. Some of those trapped in the upper floors of the Towers chose to fall rather than die by the fire that surrounded them. Officially, no one committed suicide that day, they were " forced out by the smoke and fire or blown out". All of the deaths were ruled homicides on the death certificates and though many have supposedly identified this man through close examination, there is no definite answer. Regardless of the identity of the man, it is his action that captivates. Some will say that in a final act, he took back control of his life. Others will say he should have fought for his life. But in the end, all I am left with is the unsettling feeling in the back of my head. I feel a mix of grief and anger and confusion because I don't have a right answer. This picture leaves me speechless, much in the way the rest of that day leaves me speechless. There is no way to explain that day, all there is to do is build anew and remember. All we can do is move forward. No one knows how just like no one knows the situation those who jumped were in. In many ways that is life, there aren't always right answers and we don't always understand; yet we continue to live.