I’d been to New York a couple years prior to the events of 9/11.
I remember walking up to the base of one of the towers and looking up it’s surface to the sky, feeling a little dizzy doing so.
I remember walking into the office at Vintage Car Wash, to get a book of tickets, and seeing the second plane strike the second tower, thinking it was only a movie.
The realization it wasn’t, was a punch to the diaphragm.
Everything stopped it seemed. Everyone in the office focused on the screen as we were told what had taken place.
“Hey Jules,
This is Brian. Ah… listen, I’m on a plane that has been hijacked… if things don’t go well, and they’re not looking good, I want you to know that I absolutely love you. I want you to do good, have good times, same with my parents.
I’ll see you when you get here.
I want you to know that I totally love you.
Bye, babe, hope I will call you.” – Brian Sweeney, a passenger of United Airlines Flight 175 on September 11, 2001
Never Forget.
