That white building on the left wasn’t there twelve years ago. The sky was as blue as it is today, but it was a crisp, dry September morning. We were sitting in Jane’s office for our morning staff meeting when I heard the sound of a plane flying too close to the ground. Michael Bourret and I, both fearful flyers at the time (he says he’s better now that he’s constantly on a plane), exchanged a worried look and then went back to the general discussion of contracts and deal memos. A few minutes after we disbanded, Jane’s daughter, who was living in Berlin at the time, sent Jane an instant message asking what was going on at the World Trade Center. When Jane looked out her window and told us what she saw, we all stampeded to the back office where we had a clear view of the towers. We saw a black plume of smoke rising from one of them and as we stood there, dumbfounded, we watched another plane arc seemingly in slow motion across that heartbreakingly clear sky and slam into the second building. The world changed that morning and, twelve years later, we’re still trying to make sense of it all.
What we remember most about that awful day is how quickly this great city turned into a small village of eight million people and how everyone came together to help, to grieve, and to rebuild. The skyline is different, but I like to think that all the good we witnessed in the aftermath of 9/11 left its mark on New York City much more indelibly than the evil that was perpetrated against it.
If you’re remembering that day too, here are some pieces that you might want to check out: http://www.megcabot.com/2012/09/9112001/, http://www.haydenplanetarium.org/tyson/look/2002/01/01/sunset-on-the-world-trade-center, http://www.buzzfeed.com/adriancarrasquillo/50-powerful-photos-of-humanity-and-solidarity-in-the-years-s.