That day was a bit surreal, like time had slowed, almost out of body watching what I was doing and yet “What’s going on?” However, the amazing ones were the NYPD and NYFD who managed to function, even run into those burning buildings trying to save lives. I knew people who worked on Wall Street who ran for their lives across bridges to get out of what they perceived as a war zone. What I experienced was nothing like that - but I will never forget it.
I think it was a combination of shock, of wonder what would happen next, how would this effect our lives from that day forward. We had a sense that this would change things for a long time to come, but we were not sure how. We grieved for those who lost loved ones, and worried with those who were not sure if they had lost loved ones. We were talking about “sealing” our homes with plastic and duct tape, for crying out loud! That was government advice, the best they could come up with. I felt like when I was a kid in those “duck and cover” drills. You watch the news reels of the atomic blasts and wondered how going into the halls and sticking your head between your knees would save you. All the government suggestions only made us more paranoid and unsettled. We emerged from shock pensive and grieved - and very, very angry.