
As the anniversary of 9/11 approaches, like many, I find myself
remembering that awful day. Most people can recall what they were
doing at that exact moment. It is a bit easier for me to recall
what I was doing that dreaded day, because I was there and
witnessed it all. I even remember what I was wearing, because I had
a 12 hour walk home to my Brooklyn apartment in those horrible high
heels, covered in soot, dust & dirt. Many lives were lost that
day, many of my friends, aquaintances and co-workers. My life-long
dream of a finance career in NYC shattered immediately.
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