Disoriented, I flew out of bed and raced downstairs as I wondered who the hell breaks into an obviously-occupied house in broad daylight. When I first saw the TV, I don’t think I immediately processed what I was seeing. It looked like a movie. It had to be a movie. Planes don’t fly into buildings in real life…do they?
9/11 taught me that we were vulnerable, that there were people so zealously devoted to their beliefs that they were willing to kill anyone—including themselves—to make their point. Everything I was ever afraid of in a comic book had suddenly sprung too horrid, seething life. And while there was no Batman, no Superman, no Spider-Man to save the day…there were heroes.