09/11/2026
Twenty-five years ago, I was in my office when my groundskeeper ran in and told me a plane had hit the first tower. I rushed to turn on the TV in our clubhouse, and along with the rest of the world, watched in horror as the second plane hit the World Trade Center. Then came word of the Pentagon.
I remember the fear — for everyone. My oldest son and his girlfriend called, wanting to pick up our younger children from school. When the towers fell, I felt sick with fear and uncertainty — for the victims, for their families, for what might come next.
In the days that followed, watching rescue teams dig through the wreckage searching for survivors was heartbreaking beyond words. I lost friends that day. So many families lost mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers.
I will never forget. I hope you won't either — and I hope we never let the memory of this day fade for the generations who didn't live through it.
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