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9/11 Was a Day of Reflection

My memory of 9/11: Eleven years ago, I was sitting in our conference room on the 32nd Floor of CityPlace where I worked at Morgan Stanley. My dad walked into our meeting and whispered into my ear.

Eleven years ago, I was sitting in our conference room on the 32nd Floor of CityPlace where I worked at Morgan Stanley. My dad walked into our meeting and whispered into my ear. He told me that as he was driving into work, he heard on the radio, that a plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center. I asked him which one and how bad was it? He said he didn't know but it sounded really bad--as if it wasn't a small private plane. 

I whispered it to my friend who in turn whispered to the person next to him. It was like watching the game of telephone move along from chair to chair. Finally after this had been told ten times, our manager asked what was going on and I explained. Since our corporate office was in the World Trade Center, we ended our meeting to find out what was going on. We all rushed out to see the second plane crash into the second tower, or where our corporate headquarters was located. 

Immediately, thoughts turned to all of our co-workers and others that worked there. As we listened to the reports, I remember not wanting to be in our own building but also not knowing what to do or how to help--so I did what I always do at that point--I said a prayer; and then I drove to my church. As I was waiting for the light to change from red to green, I heard the radio announcer cry out that the second building was collapsing. I remember that helpless feeling and yes, I cried. For the loss of life, for the evil in the world and for the probable loss of my co-workers. I went into my church and prayed again. 

Eleven years later, I still remember that day. It started as a beautiful morning identical to today. But it changed us all forever. Tonight, I came home and kissed my kids goodnight but couldn't help but think of those same families that wouldn't see their father, mother, spouse, child or friend come home. I thought of our 13 co-workers that lost their life and all of the others along with the brave souls that charged up the stairs to help. I prayed again. God Bless You!

Note: This was originaly posted on my Facebook page www.facebook/com/deckerforcongress last night on 9/11/2012.

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