Ten Years Later
It is also my birthday - ten years after that fateful day.
On that day, I was in my 20s, living with two roommates in
Murray Hill. It was a horrible day.
Today, ten years later, I'm in my 30s, living with my Husband on the Upper West Side.
And with time and maturity, I realize how lucky I am, and was, that day.
My one roommate who worked in
One World Trade Center was in the building when the first plane hit. She managed to walk down over 60 floors, exit the building and get away before it collapsed.
Nobody else close to me was hurt or killed. But I remember being so angry at the terrorists, for doing this to us, for killing all of those people. Heck, I was even angry that they had ruined my birthday!
Today I am happy and thankful for what we did as a city, and as a nation, in the aftermath of those attacks.
And I am happy to give my friends and loved ones at least one reason to be happy (and a reason to party) on a day like September 11.
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Happy birthday, THB. I hope that you spent the day mainly blowing out candles and making wishes for the future. That's the way it should be.