It's hard to believe 10 years have gone by. 9/11 was probably the worst tragedy that I have lived through. I remember other tragedies like the Challenger and when Reagan got shot but I was pretty young when those happened.
Ten years ago, we were living up north in Plainfield, IL and I was working downtown Chicago for First Union on Lasalle St. Lasalle street in Chicago is what Wall Street is in New York. I was sitting at my desk listening to Moody Radio when the first plane hit. I remember immediately going to CNN.com to check the news reports on it.
I has plans to meet a friend for breakfast at a nearby diner which we did and then watched the TV there in amazement as the events of that day unfolded.
My first reaction was thinking that some inexperience pilot flew a Cessna into the building by accident and that there would be minimal damage and loss of life. I was astounded to learn that it was a commercial jet liner that flew into the building.
When I went back to the office, I gathered with others in our break room as we continued watching the news.
As the first plane hit, then the second plane hit, then the Pentagon was hit, the uncertainty and fear grew. Precautions were taken in Chicago and, at about 10:30 that morning, we were asked to go home. The Metra was running extra trains out of the city so it wasn't difficult to get home.
The fear we had was that perhaps there were more planes, still in the air, and that perhaps one was headed for Chicago to crash into the Sears Tower or the Hancock building.
I was thankful to make it home safe and spent the rest of the day with Heather and our 2 and a half year old son, Alex. I remember going for a run as I was training for the Chicago Marathon. It was helpful to get away from the TV for a while to process everything that was going on.
I can't imagine what it would have been like to have experienced that first hand.