It was September 11th, 2001.
I was on vacation, living in the suburb, about 60 min north of the NYC. I went to the grocery store in the morning and came home, and read through some emails. I was surprised to see an email from my brother living in Japan asking me if we were okay. Why wouldn't we be?! That was when I found out the plane hit the north tower of the world trade center as I turned the TV on.
As I was watching the news, I saw the 2nd plane hit the south tower. I couldn't describe how I felt watching it. I knew I was safe, my family was safe, but friends and co-workers? I started calling people I knew, but couldn't reach anyone...
I went back to work the following Monday, public transportation operated normally by then. I remember walking out of the Grand Central station, very quiet streets.
I was still working at BB on 5th Avenue, served a few customers worked in the world trade center but luckily survived. They came to buy navy blazers because they left it in their office, it was so real.
It is hard to believe, it's been 14 years already.
That was not the only incident or tragedy we had, so many events occurred and lost lives. We need to always remember these events, learn from them, try to make the world a better place to live in.
Every effort counts, we need to help each other.