SEPTEMBER 11, 2001, APPEARED no different from any other late summer day in the big, metropolitan D.C. area. I was driving to work on the Capital Beltway from Virginia to Maryland when National Public Radio (NPR) announced that a plane had flown into one of the twin towers of the World Trade Center in New York City. After this announcement, NPR continued its normally scheduled program. My brain could not process what I had just heard, and I became nervous. Had I understood correctly? A plane flew into the twin towers? How? Why? I wanted to get to my destination as soon as possible, get on the Internet, and find out what happened. When I arrived at Emmes, I saw people gathered in small groups near computer screens. I joined a group of people from our department. We stared at the screen in disbelief, watching the events unfolding in New York City, the report of the first plane crashing into the North Tower, and then the second going into the South Tower. It was then we understood it was a terrorist attack. Shortly after the report, Emmes let all employees go home for the rest of the day.
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