It started out as a beautiful morning.  It really did.

I don�t know where you were today six years ago, but I can tell you where I was: in my Greenwich Village apartment, watching the office buildings across the street from where my husband worked fall down…

I was in Madison, ready to walk to my morning law class on negotiations.  My mom was on the phone.  She was in Beijing, and was watching CNN.  She was the one who told me to turn on the television. 

I checked out Good Morning America.  I saw the second plane go in.  And I knew it was not an accident.  I knew it.

When I got to school, I watched the news with my classmates.  We saw the towers go down.  And then I turned around and walked back home and did not leave the apartment again until the next morning.  It felt as though everyone was standing still, breathless.  Still breathless, when I think of it.