On the morning of September 11, 2001, I was rudely awakened by an incessant buzzing from my cell phone. It had vibrated so much that it was on the floor next to my bed. I answered the phone and my coworker, David Billson just said, “Turn on the TV.”
“Why?” I said, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I had been awake for a solid 30 hours prior working on a project.
“Just turn on the TV!”
Somewhere in the recesses of my brain, a command to release some adrenaline sort of fired off within my exhausted body. Still, I was trying to figure out what was going on and I asked, “What channel?”
“Any channel. Just turn on the TV,” my associate implored.
For a moment, I realized that today was going to be different. The dread that I had felt in that moment has never truly left me. As I turned on the TV….