I was in a meeting at Plano Chamber of Commerce. Someone had come in and said something about the Twin Towers and The Pentagon. I really didn’t grasp what she meant.
It wasn’t until I was driving to my office when I heard on the radio that both WTC towers had collapsed. My eyes welled with tears and “NO, God, NO”s over and over.
At the office everyone was gathered in the lobby, watching the TV monitor. I then remembered that Ross Perot officed two floors above me. Thinking that whoever was doing this might be wanting revenge on him for extricating several EDS employees during the Iran Hostage Crisis, I thought it best to grab my laptop and head home to watch the coverage.
I went to church later, alone in the sanctuary, prayed and cried like a baby.
As for all of us, it was very surreal. Like JFK, it was one of those “never forget” moments.