My first thought that day was for my brother, who was living in New York City and undergoing his surgery residency at Mount Sinai Medical Center. He wasn’t supposed to be in the Twin Towers, but what if? My family was relieved when we got an email from him saying he was OK. I distinctly remember on that day driving through town, the sun shining, and seeing American flags everywhere. I would just start crying as I drove. More.
Still learning lessons from 9/11