This morning, I walked to the World Trade Center for my morning commute. Just like 25 years ago, it was a beautiful morning with a blue sky and crisp, fresh air. The new buildings shimmered in the sunshine.
For me, it is a faint memory now when we watched the event from our apartment a few hundred feet away on Park Row. One thing that’s remained is the loss of the sense of security I knew growing up. I’m sure that happens to most of us at some point, maybe through the early loss of a loved one or an accident. That makes me grateful that I experienced this moment relatively late in life.