I was working for a small trading firm in downtown Boston waiting for the markets to open when my buddy who was a broker called me and frantically said to turn on the TV. We went back into my manager’s office to check the news and a few minutes later the second plane hit the World Trade Center. The markets weren’t going to open so we were sent home, the subway ride was one of the most eerie experiences of my life, packed to the gills and not a soul was talking. Once off the subway I had a five minute walk to my apartment, all I remember was two fighter jets buzzing the skies. My roommates and I spent the next week glued to the TV night and day.

That’s it for me. If you have a second and don’t mind sharing we’d love to hear your stories.