Seven years later

Today is the seventh anniversary of 9/11. In many ways in my life it seems like it was just yesterday but at the same time long ago. I remember driving to work in Reston running late and getting a call from my Mom that there was an accident in NYC, that a plane had crashed into the WTC building. As soon as I reached work however, I found everyone huddled around a big TV upstairs and saw the 2nd plane hit myself. Everyone was strangely silent, only gasping when replays of the impact played over again. We witnessed the plane hitting the Pentagon on the news and at that point everyone was dismissed from work and heading home to loved ones. I went to my window office downstairs instead of leaving and sat at my desk with only the light from the outside coming in, thinking to myself in silence. A strange calmness soon took over me then. So many chaotic things were happening in my life on a personal level at the time that just seemed to parallel the destruction of the towers themselves. It was a big turning point for me, a return to recognize my needs that I had been ignoring for a long time and the same time I think for a country to recognize some things it had been ignoring. That time in my life and the people in the office I worked at will always be etched in my mind because of the date 9/11 alone. I wish all the best to those whose lives were affected directly that day seven years ago.