On the day of Sept. 11, I was thinking about what I was going to wear to have lunch with my broker whose office was in the World Trade Center. I lived in Forest Hills section of Queens then. I tried calling his office but could not reach anyone. I cried for days. It took 10 days to hear from him. Everyone I knew was OK except one person who worked for the stockbrokers on the top floor. He was 36 with 2 small children. So much more happened to family and friends. It would take many pages to tell it all. My beautiful hometown was attacked but we all pulled together somehow. I wasn't sure then that I could survive it all. A week or so later a friend and I went down to see what we could see. I couldn't get the stink of death and destruction out of my eyes and nose for days.
─ Constance Good
