Below is a note I wrote years ago; it is my recollection of the morning of September 11, 2001. It is a reminder.
September 11, 2001 – My father was at a meeting in the Pentagon that morning. I was a restaurant manager and was preparing to open a restaurant in Virginia, right outside of Washington, DC.
I watched the planes hit the Towers.
No one was crossing the bridges between VA and DC – they had been locked down. There were a lot of people who called out for their front of house and back of house shifts at the restaurant. All the offices around the restaurant were ordering food for take out. We were incredibly busy. I was working behind the line to cover for someone who hadn’t come in.
I heard about the plane hit the Pentagon.
He wasn’t answering his cell phone. I called my father’s office. No one there could tell me where he was. All they could tell me was what I already knew – that he had a meeting at the Pentagon that morning. I asked them to have him call me if they heard from him. I gave them my cell phone number in case they didn’t.
When a call came from his office number, I left the line – shaking. He had been in a cab leaving the meeting when the plane hit. His cell service had been jammed.
He was alive.
I am remembering the incredible things that are a part of my life – friends, family, the ability to affect change in my life, the opportunity (with a little effort) to make my part of the world just a little better.
Today I celebrate life. I plan to again tomorrow too.