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Impossible To Forget
September 11, 2001:
I remember it was a bluebird day without a cloud in the sky. Summer was waning but it was a gorgeous day; warm, clear and sunny.
It felt like Monday because my routine had been to pick up Millie, our nanny, from the bus depot as she came to work every Monday morning since she started working for us to care for our children since I had become disabled.
But it wasn’t Monday. Millie had taken Monday off that week so I was driving my minivan with my 2 and 4 year old sons on Tuesday, September 11, to pick her up from the bus she had boarded in New York City’s Port of Authority Bus Station as she had for years. Her bus was scheduled to arrive at the depot at 9:00 AM.
I was humming along to the radio in a good mood on that beautiful Tuesday when the music was interrupted by a special news report. A plane had crashed into the World Trade Center North Tower at 8:46 AM. There was no explanation as to how or why, only confusion and speculation it was some kind of freak accident.
This seemed the most likely explanation until the news came at 9:03 AM of another plane crashing into the South Tower. This was too bizarre to be an accidental coincidence.
I felt afraid. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. I anticipated Millie might have more information since she was…
