09/11/2026
I used to work at a law firm across from St. Paul’s Chapel on Broadway. Every morning, I’d come up out of the subway right there at the World Trade Center and walk through Vesey Street to get to the office.
In January 2001, I accept a new position out of state and I move. I have no idea yet what that decision is about to spare me from.
It’s Tuesday morning, September 11th, and I’m at my new job when my boss comes over. “A plane just hit the World Trade Center,” he says. I don’t believe him. Then someone finds a small TV, and we’re all crowded around it when the second plane hits, live, right in front of us. I’m scared. I’m dumbfounded. How does this even happen?
And then it’s not just news to me. I’m thinking about Vesey Street, the same steps I was walking just a couple of months before, and now people are running down them to save their lives.
I had a job interview scheduled for September 12th. It gets pushed a month.
