When it happened, I was in Denver, on a business trip with a colleague. I was shaving with the TV news on, turned up, and when I heard what was happening, at first I didn't believe it. I was sure it was something like the old radio broadcast by Orson Wells, "The War of the Worlds".
I stood there, with my mouth hanging open, in total disbelief.
We went to our meeting, and the people we were meeting up with took us to a restaurant for lunch, but no business was discussed. Lots more incredulous stares.
We stayed a couple more nights in our hotel, thinking that the airlines might start flying again, but the truth became apparent, and so we drove our rental car to Fargo, North Dakota from where we took a bus to Winnipeg, Manitoba. The next morning, Saturday, we were on the first flight out of the Winnipeg airport since the 11th. A lot of very nervous people at that airport, both staff and passengers.
That colleague and I don't work together any more, but we have talked every September 11th since, and this year will be no exception.
History won't forget this day, not ever.
If it's to be, it's up to me.