Where were you?
At home in bed. I had stayed up too late the night before, working and had called my trainer to ask if we could work out in the afternoon instead of the morning. Fast asleep, I was awakened by a phone call from my friend Britton, who didn’t even say hello.
“Kevin, the World Trade Center has collapsed”
I spent a few groggy moments on the phone while I turned on CNN and try to make sense of it.
The rest of the morning I was on the phone or emailing, with friend, family every I though think of within a hundred miles of New York, Washington DC or Pennsylvania. That afternoon my friend Laura and I walked around the neighborhood in a haze, bought sandwitches and rented the movie The Best Years of Our Lives.
We still talk every year on Sept. 11. To remember.
Where were you?
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It was my first day at a new job. Actually an old job that I’d returned to, selling computers in a retail store. It was a surreal day, trying to keep up with all the news and reacting with disbelief to each new horror.
It was my first day at a new job. Actually an old job that I’d returned to, selling computers in a retail store. It was a surreal day, trying to keep up with all the news and reacting with disbelief to each new horror.
I was on my way to school when I heard the first of it. It was my first month in law school. We stood around watching the TV in the lobby at school, as the towers collapsed. Then we went to class, and cried our way through it.
I was on my way to school when I heard the first of it. It was my first month in law school. We stood around watching the TV in the lobby at school, as the towers collapsed. Then we went to class, and cried our way through it.