I was working at a hospital when I saw the first plane hit the tower. I thought for sure it was an accident. The first person I called was my lover, with whom I was having a torrid affair. He had no idea what was going on until I told him to turn on his TV and watch the live news. We watched the continuing horror of the day while speaking sporadically on the phone, me at work. While I have long forgotten him, I will never forget that morning we “spent” together and the sadness that surrounded the staff and patients at the hospital that day.