Remembering 9/11: A Personal Reflection from the On-Ramp of History

It was an ordinary morning on September 11, 2001. I was on the on-ramp to the 605 freeway, preparing for a long commute to teach a class of new paramedics. My mind was focused on the day ahead, but then a breaking news report cut through the usual chatter of the talk radio station I was listening to. “A plane has hit the World Trade Center in New York C…