Four years ago
Four years ago today I was trying to get on a plane at Baltimore’s Washington International Airport, coming home from my cousin’s wedding. We were just leaving my Aunt and Uncle’s house when the planes hit the World Trade Center and Pentagon. We would have been driving right past it in fifteen minutes.
My wife was pregnant with Emma, and I was concerned about a project I was working on, which I quickly forgot about. Sometimes things outside of your control have the most amazing ability to make you focus on what is important in this world.