My cousin worked on the 82nd Floor of the South Tower at the World Trade Center in NYC. On the morning of September 11, 2001, Alisha left a message on her parent’s phone indicating that she was safe.
I think that day changed us all in one way or another. I'm truly sorry about Alisha.
Back then I was an IT consultant, living in NJ, and my last assignment was at MetLife in Manhattan just a few months before 9/11. My assignment there ended, and I was given a choice between two assignments, one was to work back in my state, the other put me high up in the towers. I sincerely debated my choice and it came down to the cool factor of working in the WTC vs. a shorter commute (by half) in northern NJ. In the end, not having to take the train every morning won out and I was at work in my job in NJ when it all happened.
My deepest sympathies to you and your family on this day of remembrance.
I'm so sorry for your loss. I will never forget what a beautiful, clear September morning that was. I was at home because I had surgery about two weeks earlier and was scheduled to return to work half days that day. When it became clear that this had been a terrorist attack, I packed myself off to work vowing that, as a Federal employee, no terrorist would prevent me from serving the public. Of course, no sooner did I walk in the door than I was advised that all Federal offices were closing. There used to be times (I fear they may have passed) when Americans came together. I don't know that young people know what that was like. We had many differences, but we were like a family. In a family, one brother might beat up another brother, but if someone else beat up your brother, it was, "No one messes with my family." On 9/11, it was, "No one messes with Americans." Today, I pray for everyone who lost someone to those attacks. United we stand, divided we fall.
