I’d just come home, and it was about 9 pm (there’s a 12 hour time difference with NY), and my brother in law called to tell me to watch TV as a plane had crashed into the WTC. I shrugged and thought maybe it was like that guy who flew into some government building in Europe, maybe a light plane or something…so I turn on TV, and one of the networks has a camera focused on the towers from long range, and right before my eyes, the second plane flies into the tower….the anchorperson doesn’t even realise this has happened, but I could see it, and I’ll never forget the horror I felt. I thought, Oh God…this is going to mean a war….I just could not believe my eyes. I felt sick, nauseated. I remember feeling how very fragile my life was, and how all that “Captain of my destiny” stuff was amazing bullshit. I knew a couple whose only child, a son, whom they really really doted on, was killed that day. He’d tried to help his supervisor down the tower, thus not moving as swiftly as he could have, and so perished when he could have escaped.

His mother was shattered. I don’t think she’s recovered to this day, though to tell you the truth, I never visited her. I just did not know what to say.

Please don’t allow this to happen again. You know what the next level of terrorist act will be. Take steps to prevent that, for all our sakes.