I remember being heavily pregnant with my first child. Being on the recruiting trip for my employer. Being lost somewhere in Greensboro, N.C. while trying to find North Carolina A&T University. Hearing on the radio a report of an airplane colliding with one of the World Trade Center towers. Seeing the T.V. screen in the cafeteria near where the career fair was being held. Hearing the updates as people were getting them.
Realizing this meant more than the fact that I wouldn’t be able to fly home in a couple of days. Being in shock. Being amazed at the images on the T.V. screen back at the hotel that night. Soaked with sadness at the thought of families who lost loved ones.
Hearing that my brother had been scheduled to be at the Pentagon that day – but not until a couple hours after the plane flew into the building.