Nine years ago, I went to work early (as usual). I was talking to some at work waiting for 8:30 AM start working. I remember hearing someone say that a plane had crashed in the World Trade Center (WTC). We all thought it was an accident till we saw a second plane crash on the news. Then we saw how the towers fell and the utter destruction in mere minutes.
By the end of the day, over 3,000 people had died. Some bodies and body parts were found within the destruction and chaos, but some weren't as lucky been pulverized
(incinerated leaving nothing behind, but the memory).
It was a day of intense horror, doubt and deep dismay. It might have been the worst day to live in NYC, but we've learned to outlive the horror and pain.
For those of us who live in this city, 9/11 might live in our minds till the day die.
