The skies were described as bluer then ever in New York City on September 11th, 2001. People went about doing their regular business as so in the early 2000s by waking up to a digital alarm clock, getting dressed for work, and checking their ever so cool Blackberry cellphones.
As most of us know now 14 years in the future, this very day wasn't just another in the routine.
For the sake of privacy, we shall call the main character of today's story Robert, or Rob for short. Rob is in his mid 30s living happily with a wife and a 3-year-old son in a nice Philadelphia suburb. Rob works in a building practically connected to the main World Trade Center Towers. On September 11th, Rob awoke, performed his daily morning routine, and walked out to his car to drive to the Septa station to take his daily commute by train up to New York. As he was getting into his car, out ran his wife who we are going to name Tina, with a frantic expression. Tina had a doctors appointment and would not be able to take little 3 year old Robbie to the nursery that morning. She pleaded with Rob to cover for her and take little Robbie to daycare, something that Rob had hardly ever had to have done.
Rob grudgingly agreed, then proceeded to call his boss informing him that he'd be arriving to work maybe a few minutes, if so, late. Rob planned to do this quick. Little Robbie was carried to the car, and so began the drive to daycare.
Oh, how the traffic was unbearable. It took what was normally a 10 minute drive to the nursery almost 30 minutes! It was almost 7:45, Rob was going to miss the train.
Finally, at 8 a.m. Rob dropped off his son at the nursery and hurried over to catch the next train leaving at 8:15.
A 60 minute commute into New York City would have placed Rob safely in Grand Central station at a comfortable 9:15. Rob would have arrived a few minutes late then continued on with his day.
While Rob was halfway through the morning commute sitting on the train reading a paper, American Airlines Flight 11 from Boston crashed into the North WTC tower.
Something as simple as Rob's inconvenient trip to the nursery saved his life, and saved his family and friends from the grief of losing him.
Let's all be grateful for those we have, and appreciate and love them. For those we lost, we must honor them for who they were and allow them to live with us in our hearts.
Never forget 9/11.