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2004-01-06

September 11, 2001 was a typical morning; I had overslept. I rushed around my tiny apartment in downtown Dallas, knowing I would be late for a mid morning meeting. As part of my morning ritual, I had the tv on, sound down, in my bedroom as I dressed quickly. I caught a glimpse of the television behind me in my dressing mirror and turned around slowly in disbelief. I remember walking towards the tv and reaching down to turn up the sound. I found myself kneeling in front of the television as I watched the towers crumble. I really dont know how long I sat there staring at the screen until the feeling of tears hitting my cheeks jolted me back into reality. I wept for the wives and husbands whose spouses would not return from work that day. I wept for the families waiting at the airport for flights carrying their loved ones that would not arrive. The rush, the meetings, the seemingly important tasks of daily life, all were put painfully into perspective that morning. Although miles and lives away, I wept with the nation for the victims and their families as if they were my own.