I remember watching the morning news show and thinking it had to be some kind of joke. It just got worse as the morning went on. We were planning my son's 16th birthday that evening. Needless to say it was not as joyous of an occasion as we had hoped. I think it's a day we all need to remember and hope never happens again.
I was on my way to my riding lesson in a truck without a working radio when it happened. I arrived at the barn to hear the news from my instructor's wife. My instructor is from Pakistan--normally a very outgoing, personable guy. I had never seen him so subdued--before or since--like the weight of the entire disaster was sitting on his shoulders. No, I'll never forget it. Just like my father could never forget or forgive the Japanese for Pearl Harbor. I'd like to think I could forgive, but I'm not sure that's going to happen, at least not as long as the violence and hatred continue.
I was at work as a PC Tech that day. One of the other techs had the news up on her computer right after the first tower was hit. We thought it was an accident, but then another plane hit the other tower. I'll never forget, nor will I ever understand people like that.
I had just arrived home from a European vacation, and had passed through the same Newark airport. It was unbelievable. It's a day of horror. I'll never forget. And hope to never see or experience again.