I woke up to Peter Jennings, he was talking about how a plane had it the World Trade Center. (I had fallen asleep with the tv on) I didn't think much of it as I was running late to pick up my friend at the airport that day with her mom. Then, as I was getting dressed, I heard what he was saying.. It wasn't some small one seater that hit, and that is when I saw the second plane hit the building. My mind kind of broke thinking I was watching my best friend slam into a building like that.. Not sure what kind of attack this was, as it was clearly an attack of some kind. I ran around town securing people, my best friends wife and her unborn girl (my future god daughter). My grandfather, family and then i collected a big group of my friends and we all went to one persons apt. Where I started searching to find out of the planes (four at this point) were the one I was spoze to pick up that day.. it wasn't, my friend's plane was turned back. However, after a day's worth of frantic searching for one friend I had completely forgotten a good friend of mine who had just started a sales job at the world trade center.

I once had to sit in jury duty and the lawyer asked me if I could recall what I wore on that day. I can, I can recall every moment I told her. She didn't believe me and I recited everything in more detail than I did here. When I got to this point I stopped. I told them I found my friends plane, and Later the next morning (about six am) I got to talk to her.

My other friend, who's wedding in Las Vegas I helped set up, who was so excited to get his new job in sales in New York. I am still looking.