My first official day as a resident in NYC was June 30, 2001, I had always wanted to live in NYC and now I finally decided to take the leap. As a writer, I always wanted to live in New York City so this was the time. So January 2001 came and my plan was to move from Virginia to NYC by the summer. After careful planning, I found an apartment and was in NYC by June 30, 2001.
On my first week, I remembered a particular Saturday when I decided to walk across the Brooklyn Bridge. As I was coming back I stopped and marveled at the downtown NYC skyline. The World Trade Towers nestled nicely. I could not believe it, I was finally in NYC and beginning to live my dream as a writer.
In September 2001, I had only been a New York resident for 2 months. I was still getting used to the city, but overall enjoying myself. I had applied for jobs downtown NYC, and event registered with temp agencies downtown, but all of the temp jobs offered to me were in midtown.
Then Tuesday, September 11, 2001, came. I remembered it clearly because my sister called me early that morning. I was so supposed to get up because I had an appointment at my temp agency downtown, but wouldn't you know it, I forgot to set my clock and my sisters call was what woke me up. My sister did not say good morning because she was in a panic. She yelled and instructed me to town on the TV and I did and during my discovery of what was going on the first tower fell. I could not believe it. I still had phone service so I told her to tell everyone in my family I was home and okay.
I did manage to call on of my brothers so between him and my sister they could let everyone know I was okay. Shortly I hung up with them, the phone lines died and the day was crazy in total chaos. I was praying for the folks who were on the train and in the buildings.
September 11, 2001, or 9/11 as we now know it resonates with me in many ways because I was so new to NYC, but also reminds me to be thankful because I could have been down there. I had an appointment to be at an office near the World Trade Center and instead, I forgot to set my clock and overslept. There was a reason my life was spared and that to me is important and my goal is to be of help to others.
So, to all of those who died and to their families, I honor you and will never forget what we lost on that day. And the last interesting thing is this, I just finished working on a project where I had to work in the Freedom Tower and just seeing all of the names of those lost, each day causes me to pause and be thankful.
Photo Credit: Google Images and CBS New York
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