I was at work at UIC, sitting at my desk. I got online and saw that one plane had crashed into one tower, then saw headlines that it happened a short time later. When that happened, we all knew something bad was happening. There was a TV in the break room that we watched and saw the 2 towers fall. It was horrific, to say the least.
I remember how crowded the trains were that day as I headed home (to my apartment in the city). I went to school the next day to teach (it was a new position at the time), and everyone was in shock. Some students didn't come to class for a week.
When I look at how different my life is now, it's amazing to me. None of it was the result of what happened that day...or maybe it was. I think the events of that day are burned into the memory of everyone in my generation, and it's become to me what the Kennedy assassination was to the generation before.
May we never forget...
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