My boss called me and told me from the highway he was stuck on, he could see smoke from NYC, he said he thought a plane accidentally hit a building. Just then an announcement came over the building that the World Trade Center had been hit by a plane, and that we were all supposed to leave now and go home, it was just after 9:30am. I was frantically trying to call E's cell because I thought he was in NYC for a meeting. I heard they were closing the borders of NY, there would be no way to get home. The phone lines were jammed and I couldn't get through for 30 minutes, those were the worst minutes because I thought he had meetings in a hotel right next to the WTC.
In actuality, he was in Yonkers, NY and was one of the last cars to go over the bridge before they closed it to traffic in and out of NY. We both met at the end of our driveway and watched as the buildings burned. That's the thing about NJ, on a clear day you can see far into NYC and obviously, the view was amazing. It was altered that day, and as I left for work every day after that, I would look to my left because out of the corner of my eye something was missing. There was a huge hole in the skyline.
I did lose a friend from high school that was in the buildings, high above where the plane crashed, leaving her no way out. There was one good thing that happened that day. E & I realized that life was too short, and we decided to have a baby.
Baby A & B came out of that horrible day and the evil people felt for Americans.
They healed me and one day I just know they will change the world.