I was at work, and my boss had come in late that day. He told us he'd seen the second plane hit (on TV) while he was brushing his teeth.
It was a horrible day. Friends and coworkers were in grave danger that day; some in the air, others working near the pentagon, and others in NYC. One of my clients had friends and family in the towers, and I stayed online to hold her hand as best I could while the phones were out and she couldn't leave her office in Manhattan. I'll never forget her email: "I think my friends are dead." (She was right.) My husband was working at a school a mile or so from Camp David; a lot of his students had parents who worked in the Secret Service, at the Pentagon, at Camp David or Site R. When news agencies (falsely) reported a strike at Camp David I was terrified for his safety. My BIL's mother was in NYC, only blocks from the towers; I was scared for her, too.
Just an awful day. I and mine were incredibly lucky. I feel so much for the victims that day, both living and those who died.
Peace to all today.