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I’m writing this at exactly the minute, 8:46, that American Airlines Flight 11 slammed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center. I remember exactly where I was, and it was in the same desk chair typing online, when I got an instant message to turn the TV on because something happened at the WTC.
It began.
Soon after, a second plane hit the South Tower, and all conversations about a random accident transformed to terror.
Eight years. If I wrote about all the thoughts, emotions, fears, angers and shock of that day, I’d be writing well into tomorrow. I do want to honor those we lost that day, and hope you’ll share your thoughts as well.
Non Excidet!
