I can remember everything about that morning; the smell of the cleaner and floor polish at the vet clinic, the name of the dog on the table awaiting his groom (Rocket), the color of scrubs I was wearing that day (dark blue scrub pants, solar system scrub top). My spouse had called, told me to turn on the TV and that a plane had hit the WTC. I told the doctor and his office assistant to turn it on, an we watched the second plane plow into the building. It's odd; I remember hearing nothing for a few seconds. I could feel the air push completely out of my lungs as I slowly understood that what I was witnessing had no prior context that could fit into my experiences. I was horrified; I was enraged and outraged. All I could do was shake for a minute.
I still feel the breath leave my body when I remember.



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