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.
2 comments:
well said Sarah. Sorry for the loss of your friend Steve
So sorry for the loss of a friend. I too was working in a high rise in Houston as Accounting Director, was evacuated after the second tower was hit and was also single. I still worry where the world is heading and fear for my babies future. I sure pray more often and a lot harder than I did before the babies.
Blessing to you all on this sad day of remembrance.
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