September 11, 2001 was a big day in my life. From 3,000 miles away, I watched the planes crash and the towers collapse. I went into shock, I think -- I can remember that, despite it being a picture-perfect, sunny day in Seattle, I spent the day shivering because I was so cold. I went to work sometime in the late morning, because I simply could not think of anything else to do. Nothing was done there that day -- my co-workers and I were all in a complete fog. One of my clear memories of the day, and I don't have many, is sitting with my boss. We simply looked blankly at each other for a while, and then she said "You realize that nothing is ever going to be the same again, don't you?" "Yeah," I replied. There didn't seem to be much else to say about it.
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