Where were you when the Twin Towers fell?
I was in New York City, underground on the F subway train.
I was going to Bloomberg Radio, where I produced a show called “Bloomberg Politically Speaking.”
Coming in to work I’d seen the towers on fire. They burned in front of us like two lit cigarettes as the train came out of the tunnel to go over the Hudson River from Brooklyn into Manhattan.
The German tourists in the train with me gawked as if on a Universal Studios tour. What was happening seemed about that real.
When I emerged from the train, the towers were down. People stopped to tell me several times as I made my way up a dusty, noisy Park Avenue.
I sensed it would be quite a week at work.
And it was—trying to book the right guests, getting my host to ask the right questions, grappling with the horrible unreality of it all.
As I heard the President make his several speeches, watched what couldn’t possibly be the truth go down, I felt powerless--as I'm sure did many of my media colleagues. We were, as subsequent events have shown.
Not too long after that, I left New York and returned to my hometown Los Angeles.
It was a big change, with big risks.
Some have paid off, some have not.
One thing's for sure:
9/11 meant big changes for lots of us.
What's your 9/11 story?
What were you doing? Where were you standing? How did you react?
Perhaps you know someone who lost their life that day.
Perhaps you were in New York City, or tried to call someone you knew there.
Maybe you know someone who signed up for the military the first chance you got.
Maybe that person was you.
If you're willing, share your memories in the comments section below.