Like many Americans, I still remember where I was and what I was doing on Sept 11, 2001. Little did I expect to see the towers that morning, but just as I was settling into my office for the day one of the professors I work with came into my office and said, "a plane as just crashed into the twin towers in New York." She asked me to turn on my television and so I did, and opened the door to my office for others to step in. We all stood in awe as the second plane hit the north tower and my heart sank in disbelief. It was a moment in which I felt both fear and sadness. I had friends that worked in lower Manhattan and I could only imagine what they must have been going through on that day.

New York is a place that I visit often. Normally in October around the second week or so I venture to Harlem for revival and often into mid-town around 7th avenue to do a little shopping. The last time I visited was during the month of July for the puerto rican day parade. I remember during my visit in 2000 that I had met briefly with friends at the towers. We were headed to Battery Park to take the ferry over to Liberty Island. As we arrived on the Island I recall looking back and thinking how big the towers were and how awesome the skyline was and now they were gone.

It seems just like yesterday. I just can't forget the sorry and horror I felt for my friends and all those who were at the towers that day.