I was walking out of Psychology class, and there was a small crowd around a TV in the student union. I walked to the coffee shop around the corner and watched as the second plane hit. Classes were canceled. I sat and watched for a while. I took a walk. At the time, I had no friends or family in NYC, nor had I ever been there.
I still cried. I still walked in a fog. I still called my family to see if they were ok.
I was heading into work in the morning feeling like crap, so I stopped and called in sick and went bake home. I went back to sleep and woke up about 11:00am. I turned on the TV and they were showing the second plane hitting the tower. Just sat the rest of the day watching.
I had just dropped my 3 kids off at school and was at my restaurant when the tv came on with the news and video. All my customers, employees, and myself watched in disbelief and cried together. I’ll never forget...