Ten Years Later
As I opened my eyes this morning, I remembered the date. Memories flooded back to me. I will never forget where I was the moment that I heard those words from Matt Lauer and Katie Couric that a plane had just hit the World Trade Towers. I was in my car on my way to the Fort Lauderdale Branch Library. Mary and I were meeting our new volunteers there to train them on how to work in our new, not yet opened, Cultural Information Center. The reason I could hear the Today Show in the car is because we used to be able to pick up NBC before radio went completely digital.
At first everyone thought it was just a terrible accident. But when the second plane hit, well that is when the realization hit that something terrible was happening. Then Joel started calling me and describing to me what was happening. I couldn't stand listening to him. I could feel the tension in my body, in my shoulders, in my stomach.
At the library, all the volunteers, most of them former New Yorkers, were all on their cell phones trying desperately to call their family members. There was chaos in the room and in all of our hearts. My parents were in New York and were supposed to be on a plane flying to Fort Lauderdale later that day.

So we do. And today, we did.
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