Some of you might recall that I used to work for the Port Authority and that I was at the World Trade Center 12 years ago today. I used up a lot of my luck that day and walked away without a scratch. But I came close to not making it and was one of many where life or death was decided by a matter of minutes. In my case, ten minutes later and I would have been trapped in an elevator facing a terrifying death.
I lost a lot of friends and coworkers that day and attended more funerals in the following weeks than I ever thought I would. I also worked harder than I ever had in the aftermath in an effort to get the ports of NY and NJ open again (which, by the way, we did in three days). My life was and will never be the same. I left the Port Authority three years later and started on a new journey that lead to Dream Burls.
Take a minute today and remember not only the thousands of innocent victims who lost theirs lives that day, but also the brave and selfless souls who perished trying to saves those lives. And be oh so very thankful to be alive. I know I am.