Ten years ago, I was working as a Tax Manager for Small Financial Institution. I had been employed there for less than two weeks. I was at work when confusion struck that morning. After the second plane hit in NY, we vacated our building, a high rise in downtown Boston. My story is not unlike many others.
It would be a week before my co-worker and I would learn that Steve Ward, a former co-worker from our public accounting days, had been working at Cantor Fitzgerald in the World Trade Center in NY. He was among the missing.
At one point, Steve and I had sat in cubicles diagonal from each other. Ang sat across from me and the three of us had had some good laughs. I wouldn't call us friends but we were friendly. The news article that appeared in his hometown paper was absolutely heartbreaking. When I think of 9/11, I think of Steve.
Ten years ago, I was single. Fate had not yet brought Rich into my life. I had always wanted children. Always, always, always. But there I was asking, "Do I really want to bring children into this world?" And yet, I have. I hope it wasn't for selfish reasons. I hope that one day, they can make a difference in this world.