It's the 25th anniversary of 9/11. I went down to the break room where I was working because someone told us a plane had hit the world trade center. Watching the smoke rolling off the first building I thought "what idiot flies a plane into a sky scraper?" And right after that the second plane hit. We saw it live when it happened. I never really understood the term "my blood ran cold". Twenty five years later and I still remember that feeling like it was branded into my brain. There have been many atrocities in history and now, this is just the one I witnessed.

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