because i didn't go home to brooklyn, i was spared riding the manhattan bridge and seeing for myself a plane crash into one of the tallest buildings in the world. i know this because another coworker of mine lived 1/2 block away from me and we often took the same train into work. he told me they were stalled on the bridge and he saw it for himself.
i was about a 100 blocks north of him. i saw it happen on the morning news. the first plane had hit when i was in the shower and there was a weird static on the tv which made me get out of the room to look at it. i then saw the 2nd plane hit. the hairs went up the back of my neck in a way i never knew was possible. i knew that was the train i had to take to get into work.