Six years ago... Remembering my personal 9/11

As I was listening to Bubba on the short drive on the way into work, they told me that a second plane hit the other World Trade Center building before I got to my parking lot. I came into work, but people already knew what had happened. That started a day I will never forget. As a Canadian who had moved to the U.S. a year earlier, and loving my new country, a country that I was born a mile away from and always thought I'd eventually move to, I felt very sad and troubled by the message the terrorists had sent us. My girlfriend at the time, who lived in Toronto (or as she'd say, Scarborough), and my mom, who lived in Windsor (Ontario), had to call me to see if I was alright. Of course, I was, but I remembered that, a week before, I was flying in the sky as those planes came down.

No one alive forgets that day, and I don't need to remind you of the events that happened after that. I remember being up all night, watching the TV and crying almost non-stop, watching the horror, unable to understand how people could get together to do this, imagining they never could have expected how successful they would be.

I wanted to blog about it, since I noticed no one else in the Adobe community had yet. That day still haunts me, as I am sure it haunts many of us.