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9/11 Where were you that day?
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Junior year of HS in Princeton Junction, NJ. A town in which about 40% of those working commute to NYC. My Dad had a meeting scheduled in one of the towers, thank god he was late. I spent the day alternating between calling his work, his cell, and my Mom to see if I could reach him. Took about 4 hours to find out if he was ok.

It was insane in school. It seemed like almost everyone had a parent working in the city that day.

I don't know if you can really have any positives to take away from a day like that, but I remember my dad waking up the next day, like any other day to go into work in the city. He was a tax attorney, in no way vital to anything. But he was convinced that the only way to get through something like that was to put one foot in front of the other and continue living. That taught me a lot.
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