I was on the way to the airport, due to fly from Raleigh/Durham to Providence for a business meeting. My boss called my cell phone to tell me that I was not going anywhere. Spent the rest the day watching TV in disbelief.
I was on top of the world because our beautiful daughter was born five hours before the attacks. I let my wife and newborn girl go to sleep; I went home and cried myself to sleep after hearing about the towers collapsing. Three years earlier, we had lived three blocks from the WTC when she was pregnant with our son. That place meant an awful lot to us.
Our daughter is turning 6 today. She's the cutest, brightest, smartest little thing.
Not everything about that day was horrible.