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11 years have gone by since the tragedy of 9/11.

Each year I reflect back on that day. I was in college in Fairfield, getting ready for class and listening to a NYC radio station. I remember hearing the first plane flew into the building and feeling shock and sadness for everyone there. Sadly, I even remember the radio announcer’s badly handled jokes about “what kind of an idiot wouldn’t see a building.” It was nothing more than an accident, for a short period of time. And then the second plane struck and the tone changed. It wasn’t an accident. It was much more.

I didn’t really know what to do, so I headed to class. Word hadn’t reached school yet so I had Philosophy like normal. I didn’t hear a word the professor said. Nothing. My thoughts were focused on how the world would never be the same. When I came out of class masses of people were surrounding the small televisions in the hallways. Some people were crying and some were on their cell phones trying to reach loved ones. No one could get through. There was a palpable fear in the air.

On the other side of where I was, Army forces were gathering to protect the NASDAC backup site (has since moved). The false security of my world was gone, and has never completely come back. And that was a small loss that day, comparatively.

Where were you that day?