The night before 9/11/2001 I was on the phone with my big brother and older sibling. His name was Guy. We were on the phone for two hours talking about everything which wasn't usual for us. We were just getting to the age where the difference was no longer a big deal. I was 25 and he was 29. One major topic of discussion was work. My brother was working for a company called Cantor Fitzgerald in the World Trade Center on the 103rd floor. He was extremely bright and just 29 years old was making a really good living. The only problem was...he wasn't happy. He was working 16 hour days and having to lay off many because the market wasn't doing well. Guy felt horrible having to lay off co-wor...