it’s hard to imagine that it’s been 4 years since. all the chaos and incertainty and looking overhead every time there’s been a lound plane. the wonder, and the concern and questions. 4 years. so much has changed. my life has gone 180 degrees, and if the recent past is any indication, continues to change on a day to day basis.
nothing compared to the lives of the folks who where directly and indirectly affected by september 11. i simply hope that their lives are now changing around again. for the better.
where was i sept 11? driving an old wedding present of a SUV, on the way to a customer, listening to silly DJ howard stern on a toronto radio station. trying to piece together if he was joking about planes hitting the towers, or if it was real. and then arriving at the customer - they were near the airport.. and all the employees were surrounding a tv monitor, watching the news. needless to say, there wasn’t much info - but both the customer and i were sufficiently distracted as to cut the meeting short, and move on to other things.
i headed home. and it wasn’t until i turned on the telly, and hollered at the guy in the house to come and see - and we saw. and we saw. and we saw. i called into the office, and was told not to come into work. the holiday inn had turned into a safe haven and command post for the UN delegates in toronto. i was home for 4 days. watching. and watching. it was bizarre.