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I was in Reston, Virginia on the morning of 911. I was there for a meeting. I had driven in the night before. When the second plane hit the World Trade Center we knew America was under attack. I looked at my manager and said, “I would like to go home to be with my wife.”

By then my adrenaline was going. Two of my colleagues had flown in and had no way of getting home. One in Charlotte, NC and the other in Kentucky. As I type this my eyes are filling up with tears. I just wanted to get home. I offered to take them both home because rental cars were unavailable and cell phone service was also out. We got in the car and headed south. Reston is only about a mile from Dulles airport where Flight 93 originated and eventually crashed in Pennsylvania. My colleagues were feeling bad because of all the driving I was going to have to do so they started thinking about ideas. It took us a while, but it came to me that nobody would probably think about renting a Uhaul truck during this crisis. So we found one and my colleagues jumped in the truck and figured out a way to get each other home. That was the longest and loneliest 5 hour drive of my life.

Sending my best to you and your families on this day of remembrance and mourning.

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