Three events have been seared into my soul over the course of my journey in public service. First, having my parents wake me at 7 am in the morning for school as a fifth grader to tell me my hero, Senator Robert F. Kennedy, had been killed the night before in Los Angeles. Second, having to leave my congressional office in the Rayburn Office Building during 9/11, as many believed the Capitol, where we held our Intelligence Committee meetings, was going to be a terrorist target. More.