September 11, 2001. I was at work in Beaverton, Oregon that morning when I noticed that people were crowding into one of the small conference rooms that had a TV. Upon investigating, my boss told me what was happening. It was too horrible to comprehend right away.
At the same time, the building was getting a new tar roof, and the smell was seriously bothering me, giving me a bad headache. I asked to leave and work from home and was reluctantly given permission (chemical sensitivities were still a relatively unknown phenomenon back then, even though I obviously had it, thus it was hard to get people to take it seriously sometimes).
I went home and turned on the TV. And just remember sitting in shock all day. And crying.
Luckily later I found out that a childhood friend survived. He worked in one of the two towers and usually took the subway to work. However, because it was such a beautiful day, he decided to walk instead. He was almost there when the destruction began, and then he got away. He wouldn't have survived had he taken the subway.
I remember my mom saying to me that everyone remembers where they were the day JFK was shot. 9/11 is this generation's equivalent of that. Where were you?
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I was at my home in San Jose. My roommate always watched TV while she was getting ready for work and she came and woke me up. We both watched, stunned, until we had to go to work. And I called my mom and woke her up to tell her. All day at work, one of the secretaries would put updates on the white board in the conference room. I don't think anyone got much work done that day.
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