I remember that day. It doesn’t feel like there’s been twenty years between now and then. The feelings are just a visceral today as they were on that day. I remember getting a phone call from our son. I was still in bed asleep and the call woke me up. “Mom,” he said, “Something horrible has happened. I think we are at war.” I remember I turned on the television in my room and watched in horror as the news reporter described the events unfolding. And even as he stood there, Tower Two began the very quick process of collapsing. I remember the next two planes. Fear set in as I wondered with my country…is there more? Will this day end without anyone else dying in this? I remember getting ready for a meeting I was speaking at that morning. The numbness of trying to understand what I had just seen. I remember that as I walked into the meeting hall, the tears, the silence, the blank stares of those around me. We quickly got through the meeting and hugged one another and...
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