All those people were killed just because they went to work that day. They werent soldiers. They werent fighting any war. They said goodbye to their families just like we all do everyday, went to work, and died a terrifying death. It could've been any of us in those offices or on those planes that day. They died. We lived.
I counseled hundreds of people in the following weeks and months. I heard story after story from people who escaped the buildings and watched bodies fall. I helped people connect with family members they thought had died. I listened to flight attendants and pilots agonize about going back to their jobs.
Maybe it's survivors guilt. So many suffered greatly while the impact on my life was minimal. I dont know. But I need to remember.