Where were you?

September 11 will always be one of those "Where were you when it happened?" days. Like JFK's assasination and Challenger explosion. Six years ago today I was at work at NCS. I got a call from Sharon telling me that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. While we were on the phone, the radio said a second plane had hit it and we knew then it was no accident. I spent the rest of the day not working, just surfing the internet getting information about what was happening. My best source of information came from the members of a Survivor message board I belonged to. One of the people on that board worked in DC and gave us up to the minute accounts of what was happening there until she was evacuated.

What I remember most about that day is the fear I felt for Rachel. She was less than a year old and safe at her babysitter's house. But even though I knew that Coralville, Iowa was not on the list of terrorist targets, I was terribly worried about her. I think I realized then that no matter what was going on, she would always be my first worry.

And now I have three little girls to worry about. And the world doesn't seem any more safe now than it was then.