The morning of 9/11 my wife and I woke up to a phone call from my mother in-law in distress. She told us to turn on the T.V. and she said she thought my wife’s brother worked in the world trade center. I’ll never forget that morning with my wife and the stress and tightness we had waiting to hear from him. We were fortunate. We reached him later that day and found out his train never made it to work that day (he was running late). We also later learned that he actually worked at world financial across the street from the world trade center–though he often had breakfast in the restaurant in the word trade center. It is one of the moments we all share that divides our lives with a before and after.

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