I was in New York City on 9/11. Five years ago on this blog, I posted my remembrance of that horrible day. And, as I wrote last year, I also will never forget the days that followed, as desperate family members searched for loved ones and the faces of everyone in that usually vital city reflected shock and fear.

Those who suffered injury or lost loved ones on 9/11 bear the deepest scars from that day. My deepest sympathy goes out to them. Unfortunately, all of us who were alive then to remember the horror bear scars on some level. Let our scars be reminders that violence and aggression should never be perceived as means to an end.

  • Well said, Bob.

    This morning, listening to the radio, I found myself crying, as I did many times in the days following 9/11. While I didn’t know anyone who perished, two friends of mine have connections to that date.

    One worked at 7 WTC (the Deutsche Bank building). My recollection (perhaps not 100% accurate) is that he said that, when he got off the subway (he lives in Queens), he discovered what was going on and immediately turned around and went home. When he got home, he wasn’t immediately able to reach his wife at work; he called our house because my husband is one of his best friends. I answered, and he let me know he was home and safe.

    Another friend was my first boss in the legal field. I worked for his firm as a paralegal during college, and he was one of my first clients in my solo practice. It turns out that, that morning, he was at Logan Airport, waiting for a US Airways flight (I’m pretty sure that he was going to be flying to New York). Thankfully, he, too, was safe.