If the last story I read in ‘Wild Stories’ was about a man who finished his life in snow, now it was about a few who survived 9/11 attacks. Each one of these stories are moving and their courage challenging. I especially liked the one of Ronnie. On that horrible day, he was a ‘good smaritan’ to a lady who was burnt almost completely; at about the same time, his sister and niece crashed into the same building that he was in; that day her daughter turned 11. So eventful day it was that he can not get that day out of his mind. When the author of the story questioned Ronnie about the meaning of all that, he replied, “Meaning is in the rest of my life!”. Those words means a lot to me. It is the rest of the life that has to bring the meaning. Though I am not directly affected by 9/11 tragedy, that event impacted me profusely. Most importantly it brought out the fragility of human life. I have read about holocaust and walked through places where those horrendous acts occured. But 9/11 happened in my life time. It taught me, among many other lessons, what matters is not how much you earn or how much you posses; but how you make your loved ones (and others connected to you in one way or the other) feel . It is then that I decided to be a catalyst for a positive change in other’s life. To me, that seems to be the meaning of life.