I used to travel on international singles group trips. One gentleman who I got to know as he went on several of the trips was a (medically) retired NYC policeman who had served at the scene. I heard about it firsthand from him. It was horrible and tragic in many ways.
That morning after a sleepless night I had decided to break up with my girlfriend that very day as the relationship was very difficult and stressing me out. I was in CA and saw a picture of the first plane hit on my computer monitor early in the morning as I was just starting to drink my coffee. It was surrealistic and really did not register for a few minutes. Then it did! My son soon came over and we watched the news all day long. I spoke with my girlfriend on the phone for several hours during all this and she wanted to give it another try. I figured given the circumstances we could wait for a while to break up which we eventually did.
That day the skies were clearer and bluer than I could ever remember seeing them. That is what I most remember about 9/11. The occasional exceptionally clear day brings back the memory.
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