September 11th is always a pretty rough day for me. I’m a die-hard New Yorker, and NYC hasn’t been the same since. I didn’t lose anyone close to me, except for some high school classmates that were more acquaintances than friends. But I’ll never get over the shock of standing on the 69th Street Pier in Brooklyn and watching those towers collapse.
When I was 15 years old, I landed a job as a delivery boy at Harry’s At Hanover Square, which is located in the Financial District. I only occasionally went to the World Trade Center for deliveries. But when I did, it was always a treat. The view from the 104th floor was nothing short of majestic – it was where I wanted to work when I grew up. It represented success.
Tomorrow, on September 11th, 2009, my father will have heart surgery to clear out a few blocked arteries. Maybe it will keep my mind off the tragic events of 9/11/01, but I doubt it.