13 years ago, I had been living in Manhattan for a whole two months. The sky was actually flawless that morning as I walked to work. As I walked towards the elevators to go up to my cubicle, I heard someone talking about a plane running into a building. I remember thinking how ridiculous his statement was.
But in the split second that I was on that elevator, my world changed in a way that I didn’t think would even be possible.
It was the day that we all became more suspicious of one another. It was also the day that heroes emerged within us. It was the day that changed everything.
So many lives were lost on that day. So many brave men and women who rushed in to save lives and to help…some of them got out and some did not.
It is still a day that is wrought with tears and sadness. We will never forget.