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2002-08-28

The morning of September 11 was bright and pleasant in Cincinnati, and I enjoyed my walk to work downtown. A few minutes after I walked in the door a co-worker's husband called to say a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center and terrorists were believed to be at fault. I felt nothing at first, just an overall numbness. I walked downstairs to my office, where another coworker had the radio tuned to National Public Radio. We heard that the towers were starting to collapse, which seemed unbelievable. As we listened to NPR, and friends and relatives called in with the latest news, the horrific nature of the day's events gradually was revealed.

I went through the motions of work but it was very hard to keep my mind on anything but the terrorist attacks. After I got home I had to do some freelance work, and by then it was even harder to concentrate. After the work was done I lay down on the couch with the lights off and the radio on. I stared at the ceiling and wondered how much of the sunny world I saw that morning had changed forever.