I had a different kind of day on 9-11-2001.
At the time, my fiancee and I were living in a little studio apartment, with our cat.
Both of us worked, my job at the time had become increasingly soulcrushing.
Early in the morning of 9-11-2001, while in bed, I had a particularly violent episode of seizures.
Multiple seizures, nearly nonstop for quite a while; I’m sure I terrified my fiancee and the cat.
I finally stopped and fell in to a deep sleep (which is pretty much how any seizures I’ve
I awoke on the bed, but I wasn’t really conscious for a while.
My fiancee had the tv on, as we’d usually do while getting ready for work.
I remember her saying something to the effect of “You’ve had a bunch of seizures, but something horrible is going on in the world-“. At that moment, I groggily looked up at the tv, and the first thing I saw was the second plane hitting the tower.
I had very little strength in my arms, and as I tried to put my hands up to my face, I felt blood - I had bitten my tongue quite badly during the seizures.
I felt so helpless.
As the day went on, and everything else happened, I started kind of going over things in my head, about my own life.
I decided that day to quit my job at the Sears Marketing Center, actually put the resignation in on the 13th.
I rededicated myself to helping others, something that was sorely lacking at that time.
I got back involved with crisis counseling and suicide prevention/intervention counseling, volunteering for phone banks helping people from all over the country deal with their losses after the attacks.
I married the love of my life, Rose, on October 13, 2001.
I got a job at Universal Studios Hollywood in December of 2001, that turned in to a great 8+ year adventure.
So while today, I remember the victims, and the responders and all of their bravery, part of me found a glimmer of hope in all of that chaos.