Few of us will ever forget where we were eight years ago today. I was at home when the first tower was hit, and I remember the shock and confusion we all shared at that moment. When the second tower was hit, I was in my office, and all speculation was erased.
The day then became a whirlwind of events. I remember meeting the first trains as they came in from Grand Central. There I joined volunteers who offered to assist victims and witnesses that day with crisis counseling and information. News came pouring in about the events, and like many other citizens of Stamford and Connecticut, we couldn’t help but think of the many people we knew working in Manhattan that day, and shared in the grief of learning about our own friends and neighbors who weren’t coming home.
The City of Stamford lost nine citizens to the World Trade Center attacks, and saw countless others deeply affected by what happened. The impact and memories I share are not unique and make up such a small piece of our larger collective conscience surrounding that very dark day. I hope you will join with me in remembering the events, and honoring those who lost their lives on that tragic event – and share with me in the hope that we still stand united and progress forward out of the darkness.
