It was afternoon for me in Ireland, where I was working on a project with Bristol-Myers. On a conference call with our NYC offices in midtown east. "Joe we need to reschedule the call, a small single-engine plane has hit WTC. Everybody is turning to the news to see what's going on." I wish that was what had happened.
My wife was 8 months pregnant with our second child, who we named Juliana to honor the daughter and her mother, an Irish national that both lost their life on the plane that hit the towers. Juliana McCourt never saw her 5th birthday. Thankfully her uncle made it down 50+ stories of the WTC. Later that day he would learn of his sister's and niece's death.
I'll never forget the outpouring of support for NYC and the whole US from the city of Dublin and the whole country of Ireland. It took me nearly a week to return home, yet given the tragedy all around us in NY/NJ, we know we were still so very fortunate.
Where were you? What should we teach our children?
Where were you? What should we teach our children?
(written from 30000 feet, courtesy of Gogo. Eerie to be flying cross-country today. But very proud of our country's resilience and the feeling of safety as I travel.)
