Nine years ago, this day, was epic. I can now understand how my grandparents felt about D-Day and my parents about Kennedy's assasination. I will always remember.
It was my second day of training for a new job, when someone came to herd us into the large lunchroom. We crowded around giant tvs on the wall and watched as they recapped the first plane hit, and we watched the second hit in silent horror. Strangers sharing this most horrible of times, crying, sharing stories, waiting, praying. God Bless those we lost that day.