Remembering 9-11

Just like millions of others, I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing on that horrific morning ten years ago.


Living in Atlanta Georgia at the time, I was preparing to meet a colleague for an appointment with a new client. My phone rang. My friend and business associate asked if I was watching The Today Show, and said that I needed to turn it on immediately. At that moment, I switched the station and while on the telephone with her, we both watched the second plane hit the South tower. I stared through the television in disbelief. This was surreal.


We went to our meeting and returned to our homes immediately, only to be glued to our televisions for hours and even days for any updates on the tragedy that had just occurred.


During the aftermath, life had to go on. Everyone had hoped that more individuals would be rescued, as family members posted photos and descriptions. Most never received closure.


Each of us dealt with it differently. After the shock had worn off, I felt helpless and sad for months. I still get that feeling on occasion, especially at each anniversary. My heart goes out to all of the families who lost loved ones.  Those who perished woke up that day like any other day; their fate unknown. 


In a city of more than 8 million people, with several more million in the entire metro area, it seems everyone knows someone who was affected by the events of September 11, 2001.
Lives were not only forever changed in New York City, but around the country and around the world. Citizens of 115 countries perished that morning.


In 2001, I had not been to New York City in years. I never thought that 10 years later, I would be living in Manhattan. Today, I am prouder than ever before to be a New Yorker.
Today, I love New York more than ever.

Posted on September 11, 2011