It's hard to believe it has been 12 years since that horrible morning,seems like just yesterday.
I am a born and raised New Yorker and when I was 8-9 years old my grandfather used to bring me into Manhattan to watch the towers being built.Such a thrill, going into the city with Grandpa for a big day!
Funny how 3 + decades later I'd be watching those same towers struck by commercial aircraft and in the blink of an eye, gone.I'm glad my Grandpa didn't see that.
I grew up in the airline business, my father worked for Pan Am until they shut down in December of 1991 and I myself have worked for American Airlines for the last 21 years at JFK and now LGA.
To see my airline used as a weapon against my city, my country fills me with such sadness,rage and helplessness that even 12 years later it bothers me and I can't properly express the depth of the emotion.
The FDNY video of flight 11 going into the north tower was like someone reaching into my chest and pulling my heart out.That was MY airline, those were MY coworkers,our passengers,they've attacked MY country and MY city using MY airline as the weapon of choice.
Then to watch United hit the south tower a little later was beyond belief all over again.I wanted to vomit.Again.You take working on and around these machines for so many years for granted until something happens to one of them and you get reminded there are people sitting on them.
Come to find out later a guy I went to HS with was lost with FDNY at ground zero.We weren't the best of friends or anything, but I knew the guy, we hung out,still saw each other occasionally.Now he's gone, nothing left but a street named after him in Queens.
I still haven't been to the reflecting pools at ground zero,people say its reverential,soulful,sacred,I don't know, I want to, yet I can't.
I don't know what else to say.