Ten year ago today, I was working at Carolina Camera in Greensboro, my first job out of college. I remember Neil, coming up to the front of the store to say that two planes hit the twin towers. We turned on the TV that was in the front of the store and all stood around and watched. Neil said right away that it was an attack.
At the time my Dad still worked in Washington for the Defense Department. I called him right away and had his secretary interrupt one of his meetings. I told him no matter what, don't go to the Pentagon today. He used to have meetings there all the time. He was supposed to have a meeting there that day at 8:00am, but it got moved to his office. At that point he either didn't know the severity of the situation, or just didn't want me to freak out. But I made him promise he would not go to the Pentagon. About 10 minutes after we got off the phone at 9:37 a plane hit the Pentagon. Looking back it was so strange that I had this feeling that something bad was going to happen there.
I remember being so scared that day, but we stayed at work. Hardly anyone came into the store, but I'm glad I was with people and not home alone. I specifically remember my friend Jeb taking my hand and telling me everything was going to be okay. We were okay, but the world as we knew it changed forever.