Ten years ago today I woke up to my radio alarm clock, got out of bed, took a shower, flipped on the tv in the bedroom and wandered into the adjoining bathroom to get ready for another day at work.
I was four months into my first “real job” after graduating from college with a BS in Microbiology. I did not hear the normal lighthearted newscast telling me the local news and weather.
Instead on the screen was a large tower on fire and lots of smoke. Husband (who at the time was Boyfriend) and I watched as the second tower was hit. I called my mom and told her to turn on the tv – any channel – it didn’t matter.
I sat and cried.