Today 14 years ago changed Life as we knew it. Everyone remembers where they were.
My roommates and I were getting ready for class that morning. Normal routine quickly changed when someone turned on the TV, and said a plane crashed into the World Trade Center. In total disbelief, we stood there looking at the screen, and before I could blink, the second tower was hit. Shock is not enough of a word for how we felt. We were just a few miles from where this was happening, and we didn't know what to do. Do we still go to class? We tried calling loved ones, but phones weren't working.
If there were any irony to that day, it would be that I was heading to a class called Conflict Resolution in the Middle East. The second intifada was underway, and since Columbia was a favored institution for both Jewish and Muslim students, in that moment reluctant lines were drawn as far off clashes became all too near.
Every year, we commemorate this day, but for some of us not a second goes by that we don't think about that day. When the winds shifted north, they would take the smoke uptown. Every time a jet flew overhead, we would flinch. And when we got word that we in fact lost one of our friends, part of our soul died.
I suppose we all have a bit of survivor's guilt. Our classmates would have made amazing husbands and fathers. They may have started their own investment funds by now or would have become entrepreneurs. They were so excited to work in finance. It was a dream come true for them to work at the WTC. Their lives had just begun.
There is no way to bring them back or change history, but I hold to the belief that we will find resolution soon. We must. This is what we owe.
And we shall #neverforget.