November 22nd has come and gone pretty much like any other day

Forty-five years ago, however, was a much different story.

Forty-five years ago we lost a friend, champion of justice and a new hope.

To those of us alive at the time, President Kennedy represented a new hope and a new dream of things to come.

I first learned of President Kennedy in 1982 in my fifth grade class. I was enamored by his speaking style, values and a face that just said "everything will be alright"

I can imagine how shattered the world was when he was struck down. When I learned as a kid that he was assassinated I asked my teacher where she was on that day.

She simply shook her head and walked away.

Later that evening at dinner I asked my mom the same question.

She too, shook her head paused for a good number of minutes and shed a tear and nothing else was said.

Where were you on that day?