We headed into the boss’ office and gathered round the tiny TV in the corner and watched the events of September 11 unfold.
We saw the second tower fall.
I didn’t personally know anyone who worked in the towers, but had stood on top of one of them just a few years earlier gazing out into a sea of fog that engulfed the city that June morning in 1998.
Now, on that September morning in 2001, a new fog had engulfed the city, a fog of dust and debris and a fog of fear and heartbreak. It’s hard to believe that was 15 years ago today.
Our lives have been affected by that day in ways large and small, but this morning I pray especially for those who lost loved ones, whose lives were engulfed in a fog that would not rise.