It wouldn’t feel right to let today pass without mentioning it. For many of us, September 11th still sits heavy.
Arthur from our community has shared a personal story from that morning. He was supposed to be in the South Tower. He wasn’t. I’m so grateful that he trusted us with this story.
If this day has left a mark on you too, you’re welcome to share a memory in the comments. No pressure. Just room.
I’m grateful for every one of you.
Brandy
The Day Our Gods Fell to Earth
A. Gee
This time 25 years ago, I was fielding calls from shocked relatives who thought I’d perished when United 175 hit the South Tower — my beautiful corner window office was on the 68th floor. But I was home. An accident of fate.
If you have Medium, the rest of the story is here: https://medium.com/the-memoirist/the-day-our-gods-fell-to-earth-e8c562c9a5be
But even if you don’t: in many — really in countless ways, that day was the inciting incident for the rest of my life.