I remember getting off the subway at my usual time 8:40am on September 11, 2001. As I walked to my office I looked up and admired the beautiful, clear, blue skies. It was a gorgeous day. By th time I got to my office the first plane had struck 1 WTC. We were all in disbelief, but something deep inside me told me it was terrorist attack. I knew this was not a private plane. I made a few calls to people I knew who worked in the WTC complex. I only got to speak to one and she told me she just witnessed the second plane strike 2 WTC. The city was shut down at that point. I lived in Weehawken, NJ, which is directly across the Hudson from Manhattan. The only trasportation to Jersey was the ferry. I had on 3 inch heels that day and not one shoe store was open. Myself and 2 other co-workers walked from 48th and Park Ave to 38th and 12 Ave. If you know Manhattan you know how long the avenues are. I stood on the ferry line for 2 hours and as the boat pulled away I could see the clouds of smoke billowing in the air. It was a devastating sight. The New York skyline had changed forever. I lost a few friends and many associates. I attended many memorial services. New York was never the same after that day.