Today it's appropriate to take time to reflect on the events of September 11, 2001 and to remember all those who lost their lives either on that day or in connection with the war on terror that followed.
Everyone has a story about that September day in 2001. I would like to briefly share mine. I was fortunate and I thank God for it. I pray for those who lost their lives and for their families and friends.
At the time, I was working at a law firm on Wall Street as a paralegal. Every day I would take the train from Glen Rock, New Jersey into Hoboken. I would then hop on the PATH train into the World Trade Center.
I had grown fond of the commute and spent a great deal of time at the Trade Centers during lunch. In particular, I remember a Hallmark store in shopping plaza beneath the towers. On Sept. 10th I had visited the store and planned on purchasing a denim baby outfit that said "Future Lawyer" on my way home. At the time, my wife was pregnant with our first son.
I remember walking back to the Trade Center the night of the 10th with the intention to buy that outfit. As I walked down the stairs into the shopping plaza I slipped and fell. I laid on the stairs while a sea of people moved around me. The stairs were wet and so were my pants and shirt. Being wet and embarrassed I decided to forgo the outfit and promised myself that I'd buy it the next morning.
On the morning of September 11th I said goodbye to my wife and began my walk to the train station. My commute would take me into the Trade Center moments before the first plane hit the tower. As I walked to the train station I remembered that I had forgotten to take out the garbage and that my pregnant wife would give me a great deal of grief when returned home. I stopped, turned around and took out the garbage. As a result, I missed my first train.
Once out of the building, I walked over to the area around the Trade Center. It was beyond words. It changed me forever.