I was there! Yes, on September 11th I lost friends and a neighbor whose young son is a constant reminder of that day- but also, I was there!
My office on the Floating Hospital looked right up Wall Street and was diagonally across from a Fire House. I tasted the dust from the buildings, I watched the people run before the dust-ball that seemed to roll down "The Street" like some cartoon snowball chasing after a stick figure.
A couple of years ago I threw away the shoes that I was wearing that day- the soles were still gray from the dust embedded in them.
It was strange a feeling to walk home that day through neighborhoods not very unlike my own in Queens. I recall looking back down at the smoking site and thinking of the carnage and how horrible this event was, but also thinking that I was part of history, and how for better or worse each of us are all part of that history.
And I couldn’t help but think that this is how people become part of history, not by planning to do some great deed, but by being there when it happens.