Then a phone call.
A little after 9, the phone rang in my office. When I looked at the screen to see the number, I noticed the international code 01144. Great Britain. I realized it was my friends Peter and Karen. I had an occasional call from them in the office, but nothing during the afternoon over there (it was 2:00 PM). Karen was on the other end of the phone, and she had a curious tone to her voice. She asked if I was all right. Frankly, I was confused. Usually, when I am at my desk, I put on an Internet radio station; but today, I did not do that for whatever reason. So I asked her why she asked me that.
“A plane just hit the World Trade Center!”, she replied.
I sat there in silence for a few seconds; and then I checked my web browser.
OH MY GOD!
She was not kidding.
I told her that everything was all right where I was (I worked across the highway from LaGuardia Airport at the time); and then after, I hung up the phone.
Life forever changed after that day.
As we all remember the losses that we Americans suffer that day, may we pause and reflect about the things we are thankful for. I was an extreme fortunate one. I did not have anyone that perished that day that I was close to. For that – I am a lucky man. But I know so many had losses too horrific to fathom. Please take a little time today to think about these folks today. Especially those who families were connected to the 343 dear souls that wore the FDNY logo with pride.
Today, hockey is such an afterthought. With four days left until the potential lockout happens, I could care less. It is important to remember this day, and what it means to all Americans.
God Bless You, and God Bless the UNITED STATES OF AMERICA