Sept. 11, 2001. I had just sat down at my desk after battling rush hour Atlanta traffic before getting to the office. I was sorting through my emails when I heard a commotion outside my office, but I did not bother to look up from the computer screen. It wasn't until a co-worker stopped at my door, her face pale as a ghost, that I stopped what I was doing. "Come. An airplane flew into the Twin Towers." I jumped to my feet and joined her as we rushed to the conference room, which was full of Continue Reading