This Sunday brings us to the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. I can still remember barging into the office of the president at the conference company I worked for in downtown Chicago and telling him that my team was leaving the building NOW. I suggested he do the same.
We worked on the 40th floor in the shadow of the Sears Tower and I was not risking my people for anything. Hit the stairs ladies and gentlemen, they will be faster than the elevator.
I am not big on the 10th anniversary, I find it no more important than the 1st or the 4th or the 100th. They are all just numbers and they are all important.
I will not radically change my day on Sunday and I will not spend 40 hours watching the replay of that awful day a million times. This makes no sense, I can still see it like it happened yesterday.
What I will do is spend the day with my son and my family, hanging out, riding bikes and having a good time because this is what I think all of the people who perished would like to be doing themselves.
Turn off the TV and go outside because we do not serve their honor by watching them die, over and over and over again.
Fred Durst & Johnny Rzeznik – Wish You Were Here