Growing up, I’d heard older people tell stories at get-togethers that often began, “I remember exactly where I was when . . .” I knew that whatever happened altered the person’s world in some way, and I hoped I’d never witness an event where I’d say the same thing some day. But then, September 11 happened.
I’ve written many blog posts and done many interviews about 9/11, my book, why I wrote it, etc., but I’ve never been asked to share where I was that morning, until now. I REALLY, REALLY hope you’ll read this, share your stories on the blog, and keep coming back to read and comment on others’ stories because, as I say in the article, sharing is therapeutic and we’re all still healing–even 15 years later. Thanks, friends!