My 9-11

I was living in Milan.


We had to report each morning to the agency to get our schedule for the day. I was usually among the first girls to arrive. It was only my 6th day in Italy.

As I was getting comfortable on the waiting room sofa, flipping through a fashion magazine, one of the other girls walked through the agency doors and said, "someone blew up the World Trade Center".

I was the first person in the room to respond, simply saying, "no, you've got that wrong. Check your facts."

She said, "seriously, there was a bomb at the World Trade Center, and it blew up the building."

Again I couldn't help myself, from what I'd seen the last few days, these girls {sorry} were a little stupid anyway...

"I was just in New York (literally like 2 weeks before) and actually AT the World Trade Center. It would take more than a bomb to blow up the building...Are you sure you've got that story right???"

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Such a tragic day for our country, and I felt so disconnected not being in America that day/week/month, watching the same media coverage, sharing the same stories, discussing the tragedy with loved ones, peers, strangers...

Can't believe it's been 10 years.

A sincere thank you to all those who risked their lives to save others that morning, and my deepest sympathies to those who lost so much...

love, kerry